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Edgar Guest - No Place To Go
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The happiest nights
    I ever know
  Are those when I`ve
    No place to go,
  And the missus says
    When the day is through:
  "To-night we haven`t
    A thing to do."

  Oh, the joy of it,
    And the peace untold
  Of sitting `round
    In my slippers old,
  With my pipe and book
    In my easy chair,
  Knowing I needn`t
    Go anywhere.

  Needn`t hurry
    My evening meal
  Nor force the smiles
    That I do not feel,
  But can grab a book
    From a near-by shelf,
  And drop all sham
    And be myself.

  Oh, the charm of it
    And the comfort rare;
  Nothing on earth
    With it can compare;
  And I`m sorry for him
    Who doesn`t know
  The joy of having
    No place to go.
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