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Montreal is west

When you leave town
follow the train tracks
it doesn't really matter
whether they are passenger
or freight rails
and take note of the telephone poles

close in
to the city
the polls will be tall
and the insulators will be white

when the insulators change
from white
to blue
you're getting
into the country

after a while
the poles get shorter
and may have more than 1 cross

don't worry
unless you lose sight of the tracks
or the poles get taller
with their crosses closer
to the top
and lacking insulators
those are hydro poles
and it means you are going north or south
and Montreal is west

once you find the tracks again
you will notice
that the corn grows as tall
as the telephone polls
and you may see 3
or 4
or 5
even 6 crosses
all supporting insulators
but the wires only resting
on the glasses
of one cross

and
after the six stacks
you are away
until you see the flour mill
and that's Montreal.

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