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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| Red Sovine reached out, Gave Teddy Bear a shout, From his big truck covered in chrome, David Dudley was glad, The few hours he had, Tonight he's gonna make it home. The prospects were slim, For poor Jesse and Jim, No words could make their diesel stop, With a mouth full of chew, The Snow Man he flew, As the Bandit distracted a cop. Tiny Harris kept singing, Highway songs kept ringing, About that endless black ribbon tread, Though no glory to feel, Six feet under boot hill, A tombstone every mile is spread, Truckers keep on truckin', Singers keep on singin', To the heroes of the choke-n-chew canteen, If you get the news, You've got the trucker's blues, Hammer down your big diesel machine.
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