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Truck Driver

Truck driver I heard crackling under the floorboard could it be my cottage is falling into a deep the underground lake where fishes are blind since they never see daylight. A lake that has pure crystal water and is free of sharks and crocodiles. You are right I have been watching a program about truck drivers in Alaska who risk their lives driving over a frozen winter lake. Real heroes who win no medals driving supply to obscure places dicing with death every day, their destination is a little pay packet to keep their families fed. The crackling has stopped I have to tread lightly and not eat a full English breakfast.

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