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Source:pedromirfilho
A ROAD TRIP
I’m taking a road trip.
I shouldn’t have let that slip.
I’m trying to get away
To find a new place to stay.
Where troubles are left behind.
A place that no one can find.
Please don’t follow me.
I yearn to roam free.
Up ahead is a street light.
It’s the only one in sight.
I slow down and roll to a stop.
My car door opens with a pop.
My troubles line up on the road,
Waiting for me to stop, I’m told.
I can’t escape them this time
And not from this awful rhyme.
At the next chance, I get,
I’m off, ready and set.
Love ya!
Jane