Oddly Canadian
Breakfast at the Deer Lodge,
Moose Tick,
Salmon Harbour,
Beaver Bay by the evergreen,
left reminded of
B.C Bud at 17,
time is
water under the bridge.
I live in Toronto,
and drown in Maple syrup;
Canadian Bacon.
A joke.
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