September 2017

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On The Road Again – Life In The Slow Lane

A Dinner Parties and More Extra . . . A Poem          Life In The Slow Lane        Yet once again I’m made aware that         It’s germane to the state of Maine         One has to wait for the southbound train.         It’s always late. It’s such a pain.         While waiting here, it begins to rain.         If it keeps up, I’ll go insane.         Next time I go, I’ll take a plane to            New York City. A poem by Robert Miller

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