SEATMATES TO LA

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COUNTRY POEMS



                                

                        A long time on this plane I must stay.

                         I have nobody with whom to play.

                      I must stay in the seat.  It's not neat.

                    I meet a cruel fate.  I have a seatmate.

                              I hope they won't be a delay.  Longer gets an already long day.

                         He would not stop talking.

               Sports, cars, politics, the economy, his family

            his boss, his sport teams's latest loss.

    the news, the views, the weather, feathers,

his tv shows, how his garden grows.

          the weather, his work, his favorite meat-pork.






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