M's Travels
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Three hours until the first stop,
it is called the Great Trans Tasman Hop,
now the wait till past eight.
Do not sleep, don't board late,
soon your ears will feel funny and pop.
That's when smog greets your curious eyes,
and your plane touches down as it flies,
you are back in LA
in the old USA.
And there's Greg, right on time, I surmise.
Off you go at a very good clip.
Take a breath and a bite and a nip.
Soon you'll get to the place
and you swear that, in case
of a RE-peat...... you'll travel by ship.
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