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  • The Car Hood
    Every Winter the hills in front of our house was covered with a thick blanket of snow.
    Too poor to buy sleds my brother and I stole an old
    24 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 1 11:59 AM. In Life, Personal
  • Fred Weeks
    He was six foot two and two hundred fifty pounds.
    With a barrel chest, Still cock strong at seventy five.
    86 lines, 4 comments, on Feb 6 2:07 PM. In Life, Personal, Sad
  • A Night on the Town
    I am walking down Hay street on a hot Summer night
    lonely drunk and in need of love.
    49 lines, 3 comments, on Jun 5 7:29 PM. In Life
  • Stale Bread
    After a while your kisses become stale bread to her lips and all she does is complain.
    You drink and smoke too much, cuss to much and neve
    8 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 20 6:09 PM. In Life, Love

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