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| The Truck Stop |
| This page is dedicated to my bother-in-law. Who worked many years as a truck driver Now he is at home and does paint body work. |
| Asked when we were little What we'ed like to be An Eighteen Wheeler trucker We knew it instantly Going across the country Seeing all the land Traviling for niles and miles With cb in our hand Each day a destination With purpose as we go Reving up the engine Or maybe coasting slow No matter what the weathe We alwas make it though Miles and miles of road to cross The long haul, yes it's true Times they may be lonely We'll stop along the way Place to eat friends to greet Compare our notes that day When the run is over It all begains once more All across this nation Our eighteen wheelers roar ~Francine Pucillo~ Used with permisson to read more of her poetry Click here |
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| This is the reason he stoped driving Dennis, Tiffany(top). Michael, Kristina (My wife's sister), Meagan |
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| Copy right 1999-2002 All rights reseved by Gypse King Copy right 1999-2002 All rights Reseved by Moon and back graphics |
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