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Slowed down our visit
Trying to trick the clock’s march
Tomorrow can wait

Oktoberfest stop
The beer we used to devour
Tastes like yesteryear

Just one hill, he says
After four, I recognized
Our kid dupery

Forgot how words twist
Where blatant jokes blossom
He lets none go through

Their cabin this time
No matter where we visit
Always feels like home

The day was a ride
But not gentle sightseeing
Mountain without brakes

Our cat sitter bailed
Two friends swiftly volunteer
We step through cat notes

Night at the Ordway
To the lady behind me
Here for Ben, not you

With a bum ankle
She made her twin cities rounds
Next up, back to school

Friday happy hour
When we concoct food and drinks
We’re not leaving home