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Rerouting

Drove lots of miles To connect with old friends. Whenever we see them, The fun never ends. So when we said goodbye, We felt sad ‘cause we knew We’d not meet again soon And what also was true… Was the trip home would be Filled with traffic so slow There’d be much too much stop Interspersed with the go. The GPS took us Through neighborhoods where We’d not traveled before But to help us prepare We would get an alert – We’re rerouting your trip. This will save you 6 minutes, A technical blip. For no matter which way We would turn, we’d be stuck. To travel today, you are Just out of luck.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 8/23/2022 10:03:00 AM
I am sure the traffic and the trip was worth the treasure of seeing old friends!
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Date: 8/21/2022 6:16:00 PM
Click heels three times. Say 'There's no place like home,' and Voila! ~ You'll be in the traffic jam in Harlem that's backed up to Jackson Heights... ~ Ooo, Ooo, Francis
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Date: 8/21/2022 10:31:00 AM
I wonder how drivers sipping 42-ounce "Big Slurps" cope with traffic jams . . . . Another timely review of Americana, Ilene! Enjoyed! Aloha!
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Date: 8/20/2022 3:08:00 PM
It surely seems that way, Ilene. Still yet, going by car these days beats flying!
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