The day was gray, Fran twirling her rain,
Things then happened that could driven you insane...
Up at 6:00 am feeling a little slow,
Plenty of time, just go with the flow...
But we left too late to catch the 7:16,
No big deal and don't make a scene...
But the 7:42 was 15 minutes late,
And then events controlled our fate...
We creeped along slower than a snail,
Time clicked away, things began to fail...
But what I learned was be calm and peaceful,
Patience made it all serenely beautiful...
- 9/06/1996
(pat_904.htm)
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