Our Little Trip
We're on a trip.
A travelling one,
That is.
We're going somewhere
Far Away
And we didn't even
Have to pay!
The gentle rocking
Of the road
Is soothing
As we hit bump after bump,
All you hear is
Thump Thump Thump.
Nothing to do?
Maybe speak to you?
Listen to some music?
Nah, screw it!
I will write!
At the end of the trip
The Soars of pain
Will cover my lips.
But Joy will come
Because we're there.
And then after,
We get to do it all again.
The End
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Our Little Trip, which
was posted on Feb 6, 2011 by
EpicJarred.
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"My experience on a trip to Saint John."
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