Man With a Suitcase

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Why don't you come on down to my place?/Just take a seat in the chair by my suitcase/Find that space next to the wall/Though I've been here before, I haven't seen it all/Like the wind, I move from place to place/The only constant is my suitcase/Two wheels, six compartments, and shiny black leather/It follows me around in all sorts of weather/On journeys that seem to have no end/My suitcase is my trusted friend/I'm the man with a suitcase, traveling around/You may never know when I come to town/But I know you're out there/I've traveled around the world/Looking for that one fine girl/Maybe everywhere I roam/I'm just the man who feels alone/I'll give you a little tip: come with me on my next trip/Come along, little friend, there's a lot to see/And you'll feel great, 'cause you're with me/I just can't take waiting anymore-/well, come on, what are you waiting for?/We'll travel this country from shore to shore/Well, come on, what are you waiting for?/I'll make sure I take my suitcase/And let's get out and leave this place

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JConciatori95

I wrote this poem in a hotel room at the Embassy Suites in Tysons Corner, Virginia during a trip to Washington, D.C.  I have spent many occasions packing a suitcase and traveling to places ranging from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada to Walt Disney World in Florida and Chicago, Illinois.

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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