Destination returning*

Destination returning* 

Once in a lifetime the air stood still

The atmosphere was cool, a bit of a chill

A street had a dead-end sign I could see

But I was not going that way, somewhere else to be

A few houses in a row the old type you know

Victorian era with porches, they seem to put on a show

A fat black and white cat scurried off to the left

It took off so fast, it had something to fret

But I was only there for a while and had to return where I came

To visit that spot familiarity to be the same

When I arrived at my destination, I was not alone

I came back with a pizza for dinner at home

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