From north to south
it's a long distance
to be measured of
from the line of start.
How north would you go...
to find the truth
about the white snow.
How south would you go...
to find the truth
about the hot beache's low.
How north you have to travel...
to get bored and tired
pressing on a car pedal.
How south you have to travel...
to spice your ride in a
spectacular sand and gravel.
Dec.5.2012
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