
So lounged that droopiness overtakes my sight
Despite the richness split along the road;
Sedentary, now feel the light like night,
And – here – the wild alike to my abode.
Through dirty windows flow these known scenes,
Such places passed where foot has never been.
Will look forward to what poem might be inspired when you have the chance to drive the family from Ottawa to Toronto in my Outback!
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