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.
I'm sure a few shots of Manhood will cure the hairpin bends.
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My Bonny lies over Laotians.
ReplyDeleteI rate for Route Nationale 7.
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