Some people like to hitch and hike;
They are fond of highway travel;
Their nostrils toil through gas and oil,
They choke on dust and gravel.
Unless they stop for the traffic cop,
There are no bribes to pay,
But wise old I go rocketing by;
I'm riding on Western Railways.
2 Comments:
Hey, bout the blasts. everything ok with you and all?
Thanks; everything is fine. Took nearly six hours to get home. Back at work today. City seems to be running normally.
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