But a quest is a quest, no matter how boringes.
From up on high, to the dinosaurs below,
Wher this started, who is to know.
After the quest
Comes the rest.
(The rest of what? You might say).
A restful weekend, starting today.
"Hold on," you say,
"It's not that easy.
I hope you're seated,
Or, if you aren't won't be queasy."
A trip to where?
How long a drive?
Well, I suppose it's not so bad,
As long as we're together, alive.
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