I'd pickup small and gray
My wife drove most of days
From orchard when she came
Slowly she did near home
My mean son was five years
Old climbed up from rear
He was proud he was brave
All that times it was safe
Once we return from vineyard
Twins and him in rear glad
Soon pickup takes speed
My girl hat flies as bird
So I stop at their scream
Drive back like in dream
Suddenly hear a hard shriek
My heart drops becomes weak
He's under the gear box
Crawls out as beaten fox
Fate releases him a new
It smite my heart a few.
Saturday 31 May 2014
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