The Old Route Poem by Phil Soar

The Old Route



There's one route in my life I could take blindfold
As years pass by a sat nav's not required
My visits there have increased almost four fold
And I'm sure the doctor wishes I'd expired

Friday, September 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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