Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Ode to the GPS
Oh, little map of great expanse,
You guide us into life's sweet dance,
'cross borders, up mountains, we take the chance,
vewiing vistas, splashing shores, thus being enhanced.
You are my courage, my rock, my net,
Without you; adventures I would have to forget,
Spontaneity is your greatest gift,
Bestowed upon travelers, whom you uplift.
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