ROOM 202

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COUNTRY POEMS

        My dear, I wish you were here.
        I have a lot of fear.
        This trip will be over soon, is my hope.
        I'm at the end of my rope.  

        In room 202, thinking of you.

        There is no view; yes, it's true.
        I hope you see, there's nothing on TV.

        I flip.  I flop.

       I cannot stop.

      Nothing I can do.
        Closed is the pool.  That is not cool.
        
        In room 2002, thinking of you.

        There is no food.  I am not in a good mood.
        There are movies; but I have to pay.  That's not ok.
        There are no attractions, I have a negative reaction.

        In room 202, thinking of you.

           There's nothing to do.
           Yes, it's true.
           I am so blue.
           There's no phone.  I feel so alone.
           Thousands of miles away, your smiles
           I wish we could play.

          In room 202, thinking of you.

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