Rhymes of the Heart

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THE OLD DODGE

Theres a black and white Dodge,

with the name of Skunk,

its gosh awful ugly,

and looks like a pile of junk.

Only one headlight left,

and with rust its eat up,

you couldn't sell it for anymore,

than a mangy pup.

Theres deer horns on its hood,

and a spotlight on its top,

oh Lord forgive me,

from a cliff,

I'd watch it drop.

It moans, groans, spits,

then jumps a block or two,

and if you dont see it coming,

it'll run right over you.

So Dear Lord I pray,

with every single clunk,

that you will have mercy,

and put an end to this old Skunk.

by...Debbie
this silly thing was written back in the 80's about my ex's old dodge truck he'd had for years and years.guess you can tell he liked it alot better than I did. lol

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