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Will be leaving soon for Orlando, Away from the cold in Ontario. Will I return? I really don't know. A wacko may secretly board my plane; A radicalized lunatic far from sane. Or Canada geese, heading south, Might take our fuelled jet engines out. Some random lightning shot from the sky Lights up our cockpit, And the pilots die. The landing gear is up and stuck... “I don't think I drank enough!” There's mad rage on the road Between Orlando and St. Augustine. There’s snub-nosed guns in too many bags, And the pubs are teeming with cougars and ***** The Matanzas flows with gators and sharks, I'll make note of this as my kyak embarks. A drunken driver could do the job; Or I get hospitalized From being robbed. An Early Bird bone might make me choke, Or an errant golf ball holes out in my throat. Perhaps nothing happens, I’m too suspect Of the possible perils from my Florida trek. Is it worth the risks. I’ll let you know, When I get back to the warmth  of Ontario.
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
Snow Bird
Will be leaving soon for Orlando, Away from the cold in Ontario. Will I return? I really don't know. A wacko may secretly board my plane; A radicalized lunatic far from sane. Or Canada geese, heading south, Might take our fuelled jet engines out. Some random lightning shot from the sky Lights up our cockpit, And the pilots die. The landing gear is up and stuck... “I don't think I drank enough!” There's mad rage on the road Between Orlando and St. Augustine. There’s snub-nosed guns in too many bags, And the pubs are teeming with cougars and ***** The Matanzas flows with gators and sharks, I'll make note of this as my kyak embarks. A drunken driver could do the job; Or I get hospitalized From being robbed. An Early Bird bone might make me choke, Or an errant golf ball holes out in my throat. Perhaps nothing happens, I’m too suspect Of the possible perils from my Florida trek. Is it worth the risks. I’ll let you know, When I get back to the warmth  of Ontario.
francie-lynch
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
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