A Mystery Tour Poem by David Harris
A Mystery Tour
I went to see a friend
who lives about fifty miles away.
My sense of direction being what it is,
I took a wrong turn
and went on a mystery tour.
I found some interesting places
as I was trying to find my way.
The problem is will I remember them
the next time I pass this way.
10 May 2008
Moss always grows on the north side of trees...problem is you were driving to fast to see it....lol
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9/23/2024 4:55:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Time for a gps in your car my friend... Andy 10