The Interstate that runs from New York City to Montreal.
Off we will drive
Up through the plains
Shall we change lanes?
Oh the wondrous beauty
Feels so good to thrive
Can I have another kiss my love
On this road we will travel
Oh, New York, how you move me
From the city to Poughkeepsie
The shapes and contours
The lines on your face
Up the thruway with style and grace
Poetry by Jonas Garelle
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Written on 2011-01-07 at 02:00
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87 North
Deciduously aliveOff we will drive
Up through the plains
Shall we change lanes?
Oh the wondrous beauty
Feels so good to thrive
Can I have another kiss my love
On this road we will travel
Oh, New York, how you move me
From the city to Poughkeepsie
The shapes and contours
The lines on your face
Up the thruway with style and grace
Poetry by Jonas Garelle
Read 710 times
Written on 2011-01-07 at 02:00
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