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The Trip

March30

Are you ready for the trip?
Waiting patiently at the door
Baggage packed and loaded fit
Foot tapping, timing, on the floor

Make sure we have all we need
Food, water, clothing, shelter, check
Money for emergencies
My baggage, your baggage, we’re set

Our course set to somewhere far
A place that we have never been
Jammed inside my little car
Open road, riding like the wind

Just like trips of childhood past
Reminding me of happy times
Memories that always last
Forlorn, I breathe a heavy sigh

The day is now forsaken
As darkness falls upon the world
And stars from sleep awaken
Full moon floating, midnight pearl

Driving now unsafely fast
Risking we may arrive sooner
Radio plays sounds of past
The somber voices of crooners

I’ll tell you all my stories
If you really care to hear them
My world in all its glory
Sit back, close your eyes, and listen

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