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My Favorite Junkyard

My favorite junkyard is in Chariton, Iowa. A rusty old tow truck at the top of the hill Painted to look exactly like Mater in the Cartoon. When I approach the junkyard, I do with anticipation And there he is. Sitting on the hill with his big eyed cartoon smile, same goofy teeth. It makes the rest of the junkyard seem happy Which is fantastic if you can overlook all of the beautiful cars and trucks that were once loved But are now rusting away in depressive sadness. There he is! I think miles before I arrive. I am not sure what I will feel if the cartoon Mater ever disappears. Today, at this second, I do not have to worry. There is the goofy smile. Assuring me that everything in the junk yard is okay.

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