In the land of maple syrup, poutine, and snow, There lies a road where only the brave dare go. The 401, they call it with dread, A path of chaos where even angels fear to tread.
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I, too, drive that highway every day. (commute an hour to Toronto from the west) . I'm a few years still away from retirement. But that drive I look forward to remove from my daily stress. Great poem.
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I, too, drive that highway every day. (commute an hour to Toronto from the west) . I'm a few years still away from retirement. But that drive I look forward to remove from my daily stress. Great poem.