An escalator, a moving stair,
A journey, up and down, with care.
With each step, a rise or fall,
A path, to reach, the highest hall.
From floor to floor, it takes you there,
With ease and grace, without a care.
A modern marvel, of engineering might,
An escalator, a journey, in plain sight.
With every ride, a thrill and rush,
A path to the top, in a smooth hush.
An effortless ascent, to reach the sky,
An escalator, a journey, soaring high.
So here's to the escalator, a moving stair,
A path to the top, a journey to share.
With each step, a rise or fall,
An escalator, a journey, after all.
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The Longest Language Journey Back
When you have a godawful experience for years (perhaps French lessons) and need to write about it as part of the healing process and already you feel parts of your cognitive machinery trying to “clean it up” (guess it’s French lessons) for public viewing by default since it’s likely to make some toes curl up (sorry, but definitively French lessons.)
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