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My Poor Beat Up Truck

My poor beat up truck, we've had quite a muck, for when we got stuck, you made such a ruck. My poor beat up truck, we went threw much, getting hit sucked, and had to pay such. My poor beat up truck, sitting all alone, sitting there stuck, looking like a bone. my poor beat up truck, cant go around, stuck in the ground. Now driving in a car, just not far, from getting My Poor Beat Up Truck.

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Date: 10/22/2013 6:22:00 AM
My dilapidated car .... Knows where you are.... Though it shines like a star... It never takes me very far.... Nice writing, sweetheart..... Jake
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Date: 10/10/2013 6:22:00 PM
Sounds like your truck was a good friend. I'm sure it's proud of your story.
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Date: 10/10/2013 11:08:00 AM
hi Samantha, I like this one... one day I wish to host a contest on one's truck or car...maybe your truck needs a lift me up....lol... and yes, when I came across your name, I knew it was familiar. still I enjoyed welcoming you again.... take care...Linda
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