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The long and winding road. (3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long and winding road. Hostels are few and far between out here Except for those beat up Winnerbagos. Like as not those are all crack cook shops Oh yes I can see the steam from their chimney Narcotisation of a whole generation my my. Gods grace always kept me clear of all that. And a good thing too. This Life is hard ‘nough Now I really must find a place to sleep. Dusk is falling and I have a modern map We just need a couple o’clicks to get to a place I can see it in the distance neon lights flashing Now I needed a little luck and this I guess it is. Diesel and leaded gas. Three $ a litre. Oh God I have never had to pay that much ever before No well. Beggars can’t be choosers can they? Goodness not on this long and winding road Ribs gravy , maple syrup , and fresh pancakes Only room available is an extortionate $200 Anyway. I must rest still five hundred miles ... Daddy hears you Baby. I’m still on my way. !!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip November 8th 2018. Episode (3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
The long and winding road. (3)
The long and winding road. (3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long and winding road. Hostels are few and far between out here Except for those beat up Winnerbagos. Like as not those are all crack cook shops Oh yes I can see the steam from their chimney Narcotisation of a whole generation my my. Gods grace always kept me clear of all that. And a good thing too. This Life is hard ‘nough Now I really must find a place to sleep. Dusk is falling and I have a modern map We just need a couple o’clicks to get to a place I can see it in the distance neon lights flashing Now I needed a little luck and this I guess it is. Diesel and leaded gas. Three $ a litre. Oh God I have never had to pay that much ever before No well. Beggars can’t be choosers can they? Goodness not on this long and winding road Ribs gravy , maple syrup , and fresh pancakes Only room available is an extortionate $200 Anyway. I must rest still five hundred miles ... Daddy hears you Baby. I’m still on my way. !!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip November 8th 2018. Episode (3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
Acrostic road trip to recur daughter
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
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