Thursday, December 23, 2010

The following Sloka, which, as you have not heard, I will now proceed to relate

Melting landscape karst limestone
Red dust trousers once were clean
Potholes felt in every bone
Hairpin bends have turned me green
Counting down each milestone
All day spent on Route 13.

Somehow it is not as iconic as Highway 66.

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