TYRANNOSAURUS HEX
Chenango Bridge, to you. I chased the
Susquehanna until I got to Williamsport -
and then it was long, long gone. The trees
had bowed long before that, and all I
somehow heard was a Stephen Foster
dirge over Wyalusing Rocks. Down
below, I could see the river, while
Route Six rolled along my back : ah,
that - the Grand Army of The republic
Highway. Stretched, and scratched, and
curved and twisted, and all these little
towns juggling out in a row.
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