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May 2016
Is it too late for a third beer?
Why wouldn't it be?
I've got the time to waste
going nowhere
and somewhere
at the same time.

What about the motels we missed?
I remember the bed spreads weren't stained;
strangely immaculate given the circumstances
especially when one considers the hookers
that were most likely in that room.


A tip of the hat the the maids.
Michael Jeffrey Wille
Written by
Michael Jeffrey Wille  Elburn
(Elburn)   
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