Hitchhiker Poem by Marion Michaels

Hitchhiker



(An actual happening. It begins. . . ) We were driving home in my trusty old car,
Just been downtown, not traveling far,
When we spied a wanderer 'longside the road,
With a long box-like thing, a heavy load.

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Marion Michaels

Marion Michaels

Black River Falls, WI, USA
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