Salute Those Men Riding The Mighty Trucks
By Delilah
So very often do we hastily pace as motors of all types that we are do race, and here we come behind a great big truck but we're all so deemed to be so stuck, while we want swerve on pass by them but opposite traffic our way does stem, stay well behind their weaving tails, and you will be spared the long details. So often we breathe out a bellow cuss, or a rather bit of a blustery fuss, when damned, surely are we when ahead we cannot be. Do salute them with your lovely hand as you pass these lonely band of truckers that fly right past the sleepless night. So often we are on our own lonely tracks when these mean men do turn their backs to be further steamed within our hide as we do go on our winds to ride. But do wave your gentle hand, surely while you still can, for don't you see that they do bring us many things so that our very lives may ring and ring. Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 12:23 PM PST 0 • 9
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