My Favorite Junkyard Contest

Years ago with a 74 ford
Loaded with trash
Three boys in front raring to go
A trip the four of us loved

Back in the day people would put aside the good
One year we found a new model plane
A row of dimes and a box filled with diamonds
Estimated at 20,000

It seems as the story goes
Grandma died and they threw all her belongs away
At first I thought finders keepers 
But my good won over my bad

We found the owner and returned them
The best part about the junkyard was
We brought more stuff back then we took
The wife always gave us a dirty look

Contest: My favorite Junkyard
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Date Created: 10/03/2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mcgee Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 10:41 PM
a great yarn Bobby...wow. GL
Wolf Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 8:12 PM
You have spun quite a tale there, Mr. Storyteller. Mark Twain comes to mind... Stop twirling that toothpick in your mouth now! LOL. Great one, Bobby! Best wishes, my friend. ~ Gershon
May Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 8:30 PM
LOL, It's the truth Gershon Honest we did bring back more stuff then we took
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