My Old Tin Can
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My Old Tin Can
Something I found in a magazine.........
“My Old Tin Can
The Ford is my auto.
I shall not walk.
It maketh me to lie down beneath it. It leaveth me stranded in deep waters.
It vexeth my soul. It leadeth me in the path of ridicule for its namesake.
Yea, though I ride through the valleys, I am towed up the hills. I fear all evil for my sparkplugs corrodeth. My rods and bolts discomfort me. It preparest a puncture in the presence of trouble. It annointest my hands with grease. My radiator boileth over.
Surely curses and punctures shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall plead before the Ford in vain forever.”
Author anonymous,
From Reminisce magazine
“My Old Tin Can
The Ford is my auto.
I shall not walk.
It maketh me to lie down beneath it. It leaveth me stranded in deep waters.
It vexeth my soul. It leadeth me in the path of ridicule for its namesake.
Yea, though I ride through the valleys, I am towed up the hills. I fear all evil for my sparkplugs corrodeth. My rods and bolts discomfort me. It preparest a puncture in the presence of trouble. It annointest my hands with grease. My radiator boileth over.
Surely curses and punctures shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall plead before the Ford in vain forever.”
Author anonymous,
From Reminisce magazine
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