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Aug 2018
From New York City started my cross country ride
Scheduled Ground Transportation that only the Greyhound Bus can provide
My destination was Los Angeles on the West Coast
I was questioned why the bus by most?
I didn’t answer because I didn’t want to boost
But I knew I was definitely travelling to the West Coast
So my journey continued on
This was a vacation in where I would belong
Scenery through the countryside and towns
Now in between Major Cities could be found
All these happenings while I was reclining seat settling down
We were now arriving in another town
We arrived at a place called Evanston, Wyoming at the Starlight Diner
This was our meal stop
I ordered from the Menu that was sitting on top
But when told the Owner/Cook in what I wanted to eat, he stated, “I am all out of Food”
I was very hungry, and my mouth even drooled
The Owner/Cook replied, “Greyhound cleaned me out”
How many Greyhound’s passed through was my shout?
But I certainly wasn’t going to make this a bout
There was a fly around, and the Owner/Cook used a Fly swatter stick, which killed the insect
That swatter had that effect
Meanwhile, the only food that was left was a Burger, but surprised the Diner still had a bun
It was better than nothing being next to none
However, I won’t complain because at least I ate
That Greyhound Bus arrived at my final destination two days later On-time and not late
This was a vacation that had no hesitate.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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     Mark Tilford and ---
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