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To Somewhere Insane

Your plane's been re-routed for winter vacation To somewhere insane, your new destination Instead of Miami, where the weather is hot You're heading to Maine, where it's definitely not Your curse your bad luck; your foot you stamp down You blame those around you, on both sides of town You go to the airline; you rant and you rave The clerk says, "Too bad. Your breath you should save." So what's going on here? What's the message for you? Can there be a hidden agenda of sorts peering through? What's there for you to accomplish way up there in Maine? ~ The answer to that should soon become plain

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/21/2019 6:57:00 AM

Hilarious! I can imagine it, and I see your little fit. I imagined you stamped your foot too, and your wife rolled her eyes.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/21/2019 11:37:00 AM

Your imagination nailed this one. That's what happened... :) gw

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/20/2019 3:20:00 PM

I like this...a little adventure. Often we think we know where we are headed but God has another reason why we are there or why we’ve arrived elsewhere.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/20/2019 4:02:00 PM

That's exactly it, Kim. To everything there is a reason... :) gw