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A Wait on the Interstate

What the heck's the matter with you mate, And why are you on the interstate? I'm growing increasingly irate. That's why your driving I will berate, If you don't quickly increase your rate. Next, I'll pull all the hair out of my pate. God forbid that I should have to wait.

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Jan Allison

Date: 5/12/2024 12:10:00 PM

ooh slow drivers can be a menace can't they - good acrostic David:-) hugs Jan xx

David Crandall
Date: 5/12/2024 12:51:00 PM

Thanks Jan! Yep, I once noticed that I could drive for hours, from L.A. to San Francisco, and enjoy the whole trip, but a half hour in L.A. traffic, and my blood pressure goes up.