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CHECKING OUT AND GOING HOME
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COUNTRY POEMS
This trip was no fun.
I'm glad it's done.
Yes, that is true.
I'm glad it's through.
I'm no longer alone. I'm going home.
No longer am I cold to the bone.
I'm this city getting out. It makes me want to scream and shout.
Over, is this trip, a chocolate milk sip.
A dream come true, I'm no longer blue. It's true.
This trip's done. Now, I can have fun.
