PR-183

In Caguas town, where buildings stand tall, There's a highway that begins, for one and all. PR-183, a road so fine, Leading us on an adventure divine. Through the downtown, bustling with cheer, The highway winds, with nothing to fear. It stretches forth, with a purpose clear, Guiding us on, without a single tear. Oh, PR-183, you're a rural delight, A parallel road, shining so bright. With PR-30 nearby, you dance and sway, Taking us on a different pathway. San Lorenzo, you're a town so grand, PR-183 leads you by the hand. Through your streets, it gently weaves, Bringing joy to all who believe. Las Piedras, the end of the road, PR-183, your story is told. Though shorter in length, you've left a mark, A whimsical journey, through light and dark. Random page: Iqbal Nagar railway station