by BentleeSmith Falls, Ontario, Canada
Aug 2009 621 Views 2 comments
52 pick up
how that stetson fit so right, elbow out the window, street lights soft bright, 2 am an no vacancy flickers at ends sight, he loved his old ford. . touched the dash that's my girl, gas clutch shift inta 3rd, their road trips begun destination unknow, 2 years now together, washed an waxed love is shown, tires they sing a blacktop melody, my 52 pick up it's just you an me . .
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Comments (2)
a very nice rememberence...
wonderfull feel of nostalgia..
someone like their old vehicle so much than anything inthe world..
what about you dear poet..?
sabeel.