Tag: travel
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Poem on Motel Stay
Motel Hell – Bad week. . . .heck! Whole month was hell! Get away, budget motel. No hair dryer, no shampoo. Bar soap on hair, drip dry do. – Will not let that make me blue, A plan, I have, to get through. Gone all day, walk around town. Tired now, need to lie down.…
June Nash 