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would ya do it all
the live long day?
Talkin bout makin hay,
today the sun shines &
yes I know it's cold
outside, colder than a
wise achin blunder or
being held under a
spell, colder than hell,
yet hotter than hatties,
scrapin for that last bit
of gravy train with a
biscuit, suckin on a tricuit,
and just what is a traskit?
No more yellow baskets,
spring is ready to be sprung.
Now back to the lovin subject..........

Being held under a
spell, colder than hell,

I got to lift that bale
Tote that barge
Be like a lucky old son.

aint it so true
you dont know what you had till its gone

doing it with all you got.







nice work
thanks

edited and reposted to GO

Never mind, going to leave it here, blame it on you
You made me GO

Frozen in amber for a million years
After all these years I am still alive
Cut me loose let me fly
Let me roll
Moving was everything for me
Restless from the cradle to the grave
A wandering soul
Crazy Mike’s daughter come by today
If only she had a dad like …
But we go to life with the parents we get
A tumbling karmic genetic crap shot
She knows I am miserable here.
I got to go
I have not seen those 2 am stars in months
Nothing but electric lights
An eerie glow
I need open road
I need beaches
I need the ocean breezes
Desire
all is desire
Who do I think I am kidding?
I need to sit
I need to breathe
I need nothing
If it is not here
It is not anywhere
And this is just a GO
Nice poem Mark
Real nice

Trucking was my love
Not so much trucking as driving
I was happy with wheels under me
It was not St Jack’s road to glory for me
It was a road to salvation for me
A highway to hell
It was my life
My lover
My mother

I am running out of happy memories
I need a memory maker
A motor cycle
Son of a bitch
I got one
Why don't I jump on it and go?
Stuck in the mud
Too broke to leave town
quote]Being held under a
spell, colder than hell,[/quote]


I got to lift that bale
Tote that barge
Be like a lucky old son.






It was all about going and coming from some place else



It was all about going and coming from some place else.
the road is gone
all got left is typing