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cross-roads

Divided we Fail

“Crossroad twins, seaside left, countryside right.”

Right,

Left,

“Agree or we go back.”

Seaside, I’m not budging.

Nor me, why should I?

“Shall I be the casting vote?”

(Together) No, you won’t pick mine.

“Back home it is then.”

Can we stop for a McDonald’s?

Burger King.

“Both! Out! and never phone my taxi again”.

 

Roy Station.