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These Are The Things

By Wil C. Fry, Sept. 30, 1999, 18:11, Thursday

Copyright 1999 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


I want to find a piece of gold, stubbing my toe in the sand
I want to see the Eiffel Tower, and climb it by hand
I want to fly around the world, and see all I can see
I want to live in a cave, and then live up in a tree
These are the things I want to do

I want to walk naked on a warm summer’s night, then run
Into the ocean’s water, and drift till rises the Sun
I want to ride bareback across the wide and open plains
I want to climb highest mountain, though the cold bring me pains
These are the things I want to do

I want to stand on the airless, sandy soil of the Moon
I want to drink whiskey with cowboys in a wild saloon
I want to dig to the center of the Earth, find what’s there
I want to hang glide off a mountain, and breathe the clean air
These are the things I want to do

I want to see visions that no man has seen before
I want to sell my soul, be filthy rich, and even more
I want to be the Emperor that all the peasants laud
I want to raise my voice, and wake the deafened ear of God
These are the things I want to do

I want to write the book that ev’ryone will buy and read
I want to follow the leader, and then I want to lead
I want to see the Loch Ness monster, on a foggy day
I want to blow up the world, and then I want to pray
These are only some of the things I want to do



I later wrote a sequel, These Are The Things (2) in 2000.



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