Tic Tac Tic Tac...
The clock is ticking the hours away.
There are only 8 hours left to wait
Before the traveller gets on her way.
Her path may be clear and marked;
From every possible angle her route may be mapped
But still she won't know until she fares
What joys or dreads await her there.
No fear of moonless nights,
Of walking lost in unknown lands
Her daily worries forgotten are;
Enjoy she will the paths she´ll fare.
Tic Tac Tic Tac...
In only 8 hours her journey begins
Her bags are ready and so is she
The clock keeps ticking: Tic Tac Tic Tac
The clock is ticking the hours away.
There are only 8 hours left to wait
Before the traveller gets on her way.
Her path may be clear and marked;
From every possible angle her route may be mapped
But still she won't know until she fares
What joys or dreads await her there.
No fear of moonless nights,
Of walking lost in unknown lands
Her daily worries forgotten are;
Enjoy she will the paths she´ll fare.
Tic Tac Tic Tac...
In only 8 hours her journey begins
Her bags are ready and so is she
The clock keeps ticking: Tic Tac Tic Tac
Footnote: Yeah, I know it doesn't completely rhyme, but who cares? I'm beginning my journey tonight!!! =)
Faro, Cadiz: Here I come!!!!
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