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biased opinions from an average guy... and attempts at poetry
September 20, 2013
Picked up and drove,
A thousand miles south,
To Wisconsin.
A temperate land
where four seasons come and go.
Bluffs on a river.
But such good memories
of that first home state. Way up
north. The last frontier.
(1000 miles straight south, 3200 miles on the odometer.)
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A thousand miles south,
To Wisconsin.
A temperate land
where four seasons come and go.
Bluffs on a river.
But such good memories
of that first home state. Way up
north. The last frontier.
(1000 miles straight south, 3200 miles on the odometer.)