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I am here in Westwood M.A.
I, from home, so very far away.
I feel very alone.
I, at this hotel, need to stay.
There is an interstate.
I am told it is 95 or 128.
Cars go at such a fast rate.
I am told it goes all the way to FLA.
Cars on the way.
All day, they on the way.
All day, they on the way.
All night, they are soon out of sight.
Somebody see, was nice enough to explain to me,
all about trains.
Trains, all day, on their way.
At night, lights, soon out of sight.
The trains go north into
the city of Boston.
Taking it, see, would be fun for me.
A fact I can't ignore, never done that before.
The trains go south too.
True.
City of Washington DC.
So pretty.
So much to see. So fun for me. So much to do, never want to be through.
Another fact I can't ignore, also never done that before.
See, that too, true, would be so fun for me.
They also go to VA. They are on their way.
VA beach, sand, ocean, is within reach.
