Road Closed Ahead
If my love life was a highway
It would be closed down for repair
The road would need resurfacing
There would be potholes everywhere
Detour signs would give warning
That the bridge ahead is out
The date of its reopening
Would be very much in doubt
If my love life was a highway
It would be stricken from every map
There would be no GPS device
That could tell you where it’s at
And if this poem were an English test
At that, too, I would fail
For my grammar, just like my love life
Travels on a highway to no avail
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