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ABSTRACT POEMS TRUCK DRIVER
As a boy, I loved playing with truck toys.
See, they were always fun for me.
Gave this boy a lot of joy.
This was true, always what I wanted to do.
I remember learning how.
I just said wow.
Going to school. This was so cool.
I remembering all the tests. Really wanted to be the best.
The class, I really wanted to pass.
The first a truck inside; a joy this boy could not hide.
I love listening to the radio,
The other trucks and where they go.
Also, the cops.
See, don't want me to stop.
Are they near o far.
Interstate.
I drive a fast rate.
State to state.
Great.
Families see. Children, Moms and dads.
I beep the horn. They are glad.
My foot on the gas. All these cars, love to pass.
Over the limit, cops hate.
There is a ticket with a big cost.
A lot of money lost.
The cops seem never to stop.
Police seem never to cease.
I have a deadline see, that's ok by me.
A deadline is fine.
A date when the freight is due. True.
They do hate when I'm late. See, I try not to be.
They do hate when I'm late. See, I try not to be.
I get to stop and rest; that's the best.
I love getting a meal. Good, I feel.
I love getting a bite to eat. Neat, a treat.
I could sleep in my truck. There is a bed.
I love getting a room at a hotel o motel. Swell.
A nice, comfy, bed. All the thoughts in my head.
I watch TV see, so fun for me.
I pay, but that's ok. Price nice.
I drive winter soring summer fall.
Rain is ok. Not a pain, Snow, oh no.
Seasons all
She was alone.
She, see, far, from home.
She, on the road.
She had a heavy load.
See, she, me, was glad to see.
We had fun.
I never wanted it to be, see, done.
All we did do, true,
I never wanted to be through.
She see, wanted to see my truck.
Said I might have some luck.
The thoughts in my head.
Was thinking of her in bed
I showed her true, what everything did do.
How it all did go, she wanted to know.
