Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Trans-Pac, Cattle-Class
Maybe just because I'm Jammed into a pressurized Aluminium tube, jetting time, Stressed, anesthetized At 30,000 feet altitude, Is why I can eat every single bit Of the baked-nasty airline food.
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