Rusty Old Cory Poem by Michael Carlson
Rusty Old Cory
Rusty Old Cory
That old rusty truck
Stuck in the muck
Of this never ending field
That old rusty truck yet to be de-wheeled
It's wheels sunk deep
Like the field wishes to keep
It's treasure with in it's hold
As they both grow ever old
Maybe someday
Someone might see it's hint of gray
And go and tell it's untold story
A story of the truck named Cory
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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