GOES FLYING OVER AMBLER
The semblance of a nation is clownish now,
as it goes flying over ambler to bet money
on the day. Everything's a future when the
past is all behind you - and if a man can
plan for tomorrow, does he not then see the
future? Indeed he does, by need.
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The caravan is stopping by the woods today.
Not 'stopping by the woods on a snowy evening',
no, not exactly, and that was Robert Frost whose
name most everyone knows. This is merely a stop
along the way for bathroom use, and maybe a snack.
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It's exacting how one must keep to schedule on
those wiry trips to nowhere : in a bus with the
windows unopened and the air-screen blasting
cold air. There is a 'bathroom' in the rear, but
it's gross and filthy, and more a urinal for pet
males; nothing a dainty lady would use.
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'There's no excuse for how they treat us gals!'
I hear the fat one say as she waddles away.
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