A poem by Wot
#22
So, little snow-bird
take me with you when you go, to the land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow... (Anne Murray) So, I went south so far looking for that gentle breeze Doesn't get below forty so it doesn't feeze. But the weather is only a small part. When the temp outside is much warmer than her heart.
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( R E T I R E D , and glad of it)
YES ! ! ! There is life after trucking. a GOOD life |

