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August 8, 2013

Headed north, so as to go west
for what it’s worth, at our behest.
It’s vacay time, no need to worry
so be sublime; what use the hurry?

Cool, fresh air, the pleasure’s mine
as we pass a pastoral lair so fine!
Gladly turning off the phone
I happily scoff; it will leave us alone!

No place for stuff
my feet will gnash
I’ve had enough
of this slick-assed dash!

Past the garden statuary
at the roadside nursery
concrete so contemporary
seems like they’re waving to me!

As this trip’s tenure winds down fast
Soon we’ll croon: “Home at last!”