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Uncle Harold’s Truck
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Uncle Harold’s Truck |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace 
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Uncle Harold’s Truck when I was nine, Uncle Harold had a truck I didn’t realize how old it was back then it was dull green rust country ford type the back was for riding with dust and cotton flying under us was splintered plank replacing metal the back window was out or gone don’t know which and our legs pointed away from fish hooked poles but we used the tackle boxes and wheel humps as chairs fit for royals to see over the tailgate the front was just as friendly as the back as Patsy Cline sang, “I Go Out Walking After Midnight” and everybody knew the words so loud and sweet “The Old Rugged Cross” too was always a favorite the moving clouds were the only art galley we ever saw time melted away there as sandwiches passed the window and thick sweaty cokes bottled floating peanuts dripped multiplication tables were learned there, still I can’t remember them I was too busy looking down the road and waving at strangers and kudzu and Christmas lights spread high in hanging July as we giggled and pointed at tire and toilet flower planters oh, I wish I were back in that truck listening to the tires spin but no matter where I go or what I do I will always be that dusty Mississippi girl in the back of Uncle Harold’s truck just some words cut from |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sounds fun! can I hitch a ride? |
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Debo Member
since 2006-04-18
Posts 321Texas U.S.A. |
This sure takes me back and it was my uncle Goober,Yes I had an uncle Goober Thanks for taking me back to when life was easy Debo |
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