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My mother said, I'm sorry that you weren't here because Father Sager was here visiting,

and he found a very nice orphanage for you.

And I said, but I'm not an orphan.

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and we're broadcasting this week from the washing and waxing poetic division here at Carthog Plaza.

Well, I mean, I read this poem once already, but my brother evidently has an epilogue for it. I didn't think it ended correctly, so I thought I'd add a few verses. But I mean, the thing is 25 pages long. I want me to read the whole thing again? Evidently. Why not? I mean, it was good. Try to do it with a little feeling that you want me

to read a page sure let's take turns here you read first page I'll read the next five okay okay

I'm done Charlie Boyd wrote this I don't know who Charlie Boyd is but he's certainly going to get

something from us get an award he'll get an award it wasn't Iee Dart. OJ. Dart. It was an early day in spring, felt good to be alive. Tommy's son and friends went out for a short spring drive. They chose the dart, the old Dodge Dart, to take them on their way, and that old car was happy so to be their choice that day. That old car just purred with joy,

right, more likely, and nearly honked with glee, for old cars have their memories, just like you and me.

These days, the dart was past its prime, torn vinyl, rusted steel, but old cars have a soul inside

they think and they can feel the dart remember days gone by

with its top roll down when it gave jaw rides in the spring the envy of the town all those days were

glorious hot wax and polished chrome the dart turned heads at every stop then took its loved ones home

page two they came upon a traffic light and stopped to rest the spot the dark turned heads at every stop, then took its loved ones home.

Page two, they came upon a traffic light and stopped to rest a spell.

The sun shone bright, the air was clear, and all the world seemed well.

In front, a local ambulance sat waiting for the light.

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