My Truck Poem by Shayne Goings
My Truck
When my final days are up
All I will think is my truck
Bought with my own money
Always got me from place to place
Never had to worry about not starting
It had a nice blue shine
Mixed with a layer of rust
That's all I'm going to think about when
I turn to dust
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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