Pto
Paid Time Off,
it is time to explore.
Bus ticket in hand,
route carefully planned,
the engine begins to roar..
the greyhound slices across the terrain,
in the rain.
Slipping and sliding, I'm nervous,
as we swerve into the oncoming lane.
Hail cracks the window pane
next to me.
It is hard to relax..
I think I'll switch to Amtrak!!
Jared Pickett
03/28/2010
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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