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Holiday Parking

In cities, you can often tell A holiday’s at hand, Although it might be one That you don’t really understand. You don’t find out by hearing Someone pass a stray remark; The information’s gleaned by noting Where you get to park. On holidays (no matter which) The rules are all suspended, So those who do observe will not Be angry or offended. Your car, which usually must move So streets can then be swept, Can stay exactly where it is, Which all must then accept. No tickets issued by a cop, No tow truck come to move it; The owner needn’t worry – There’s no one to disapprove it. A city welcomes everyone Of every faith and creed, For holidays from parking rules Are what we surely need!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 4/27/2014 8:47:00 AM
This is why I enjoy the small town life. It's expensive in the city. But you are an example of the fullness of life in the city. Life is give and take. Enjoy!
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Date: 4/23/2014 1:22:00 AM
Oh, this poem is a holiday gift that keeps on giving. What a delight. It would be nice if we could cut a little slack now and then for our fellow man...up to the point when people crowd me out because they feel their agenda is more important than mine.
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Date: 4/23/2014 12:51:00 AM
Ilene, what a cool poem. Reminds me of....of, me:) Drop by sometime. You'll get it. Peace, Mel :)
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