I go along the road every day,
Around 12: 00 or so,
Or maybe a little past noon,
I bring my sister with me,
And we pick up her crazy best friend,
And Hope College,
Our destination,
Is where we need to be.
After a crazy drive to Butternut,
And on the way down to River Avenue,
The road is blocked yet again,
For the second day in a row,
There were cops everywhere,
Blocking the way into downtown,
As if trying to quarantine it.
No going straight down River,
No left turns on Douglas Avenue,
No right turns on Ottawa Beach,
Utterly absurd!
I drove to the highway,
Called US-31,
And drove to 8th Street,
Which led to heavy traffic,
But we made it downtown
To hope in time.
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