South Dakota's Boredom was killing me,
It was also killing my college friend, Doug.
We saw the world as a ballroom,
Together we set out to cut a rug!
The prairie was flat, never ending,
Snow made the plains mile after mile, white.
Day after day of long-distance traveling,
Seemed we slept in the same place each night.
Iowa, Minnesota, so many different people,
Packed inside a crowded Trail Ways bus…
We discovered more than different places:
Every person on Earth, was just like us.
Our goal was NOLA, Mardi Gras,
We stopped a thousand miles short.
When asked to describe the scenery,
We had only snow and Pheasants to report.
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