MY WHITE 57 FORD

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MY WHITE 57 FORD

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MY WHITE 57 FORD MY WHITE 57 FORD

Poem by: poewhit

Genre: Memoir

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Poem by: poewhit

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Genre: Memoir

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Summary

My first car. Kept running by rubber-bands,glue,wire,recap tires and love.

Summary

My first car. Kept running by rubber-bands,glue,wire,recap tires and love.

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Submitted: May 08, 2007

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Submitted: May 08, 2007

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Hot summer days of june.

Top down, under the moon.

Surf board flying,back seat.

Like a flagpole keeping beat.

Come whatever,shotgun seat.

Down to the Long Beach.

Many hopes, sandy feet.

Little kids splashing, wet feet.

Under the boardwalk, fast kiss.

Cardboard beer cups-bliss.

"Omega boys, the cars full."

NOSEATS! the trunk "YOU"will fill.

Riotious ways around town.

No DWIs, MOM's smile frown.

Florida made a solid trip.

The rage of Collins, eyebrows list..

Before the war, it came to rest.

Looking back a GOLDEN jest.

POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES


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