ALL HIGH TO ALHAMBRA
The fat guy had a story, and
it was his to tell. He said how
he and his friend had driven
cross-country in an 8-year old
Mercury Matador, and made it
all the way but had to fly back
because the car was dead. Not
in Sausalito, like they'd hoped,
nor Alhambra either, way down
south, but in a place called Vallejo
by Half Moon Bay. He thought
he remembered, and that's all
he'd say. I couldn't figure the
difference, for if you look at a
map that like saying you meant
to get to Georgia but ended up
in New York City. Well, anyway,
that's probably happened a lot,
and everyone makes a wrong
turn here and there.
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