Banged-up pickup truck
Parked near the pumps
At truckstop cafe, travelers
Peering in at a baby deer;
Old farmer who lived nearby
Found the fawn standing alone
By its dead mother lying in the forest,
Shot by some hunter;
He had picked up the creature,
Carried it home to raise
And to take for rides to lunch
In his banged-up pickup truck.
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