|  Today 
            I head to grab a final stateline for BlueBelle | 
         
          |  I once again wonder how many sunrises | 
         
          |  Soon I am at Portal the gateway into Canada | 
         
          |  Highway 
            16, known as the Yellowhead | 
         
          |  I have to wonder what happened to the chickens | 
         
          |  The old grated bridge which is 1466 miserable feet long | 
         
          |  Then 
            the road turns into a disaster | 
         
          |  Before I can say "What happened?' | 
         
          |  As I walk up to the front door I see the sign | 
         
          |  It's a lovely ride out to Homer | 
         
          |  Ain't 
            nobody in a hurry in Seldovia | 
         
          |  Today I just plan on laying around | 
         
          |  You are definitely a brave woman to want to do this | 
         
          |  What you do not see, do not hear, do not experience ... | 
         
          |  Little do I know the profound impact that decision will make | 
         
          |  Well you almost made it | 
         
          |  Then I am confronted with a harsh reality | 
         
          |  I remember that I left a breakfast burrito in my saddlebag | 
         
          |  Do you ever get any rest? | 
         
          |  My name is Hollis | 
         
          |  Maggie has decided to take a wait and see approach | 
         
          |  This stuff is really slick isn't? | 
         
          |  The latter kind of negates the former | 
         
          |  To provide me with some minor amusement | 
         
          |  There were some times I wondered if I was going to make it | 
         
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