In an hour we could be sixty miles away.
Tomorrow we could be in France
Or on a plane to Mumbai,
Half a world away from here.
Let’s have an adventure, a fiesta, a new start.
So come on take my hand
Let’s leave our troubles behind and escape.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
A fun and light-hearted tone – great poem.
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Many thanks, glad you liked it and thanks for following.
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Reblogged this on Made of sticks and stones and commented:
Day 21: & a late substitute, which I wanted to share for no better reason than I came across a poem I had forgotten and it asked to be shared again.
Yes worrying, my poems are talking to me.
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