He laughed out loud
as I placed the suitcases
in the trunk.
What are you doing?
Going on holiday,
you know, get away from it all,
relax on the beach
soak up the sun
with a cold beer,
find peace and tranquillity.....
well you know;
a holiday.
So why are you taking
everything with you?
He asked smiling.
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Like the man who went to buy cigarettes and never returned, good writing David,10 Lynda xx