Dump Truck Poems - Poems about Dump Truck

...what he says you have to try and swallow with a dump truck load of salt sure, his colorful stories seem credible, plausible, some even probable But I know him better than most of you, I am his rela......

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...We were once madly in love, Young hearts caught in reckless fire. Then I told you the dump truck joke— A laugh, then silence,And slowly, I walked away. I chased shadows in skirts, Mistook free......

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...back up warning sound dump truck garbage truck or what possible bank heist......

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...My dump truck carries Lots of dirt Lots of dirt Lots of dirt My dump truck carries Lots of dirt He even has a skirt His skirt is Around his tail Around his tail Around his tail His skirt......

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...When he was born his Daddy knew he would need certain things to maintain and operate the place within a means that was suitable for people to remain within a said budget they would create. We pil......

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...I look out the window at the tree in the back yard next door just behind a small yellow house. Its crown is still green, but I know leaves will fall. A dump truck with a flashing yellow str......

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...Plastic black tires roll over brown and yellow sand. A little boy pushes his toy dump truck across the beach. He’s collecting seashells. as he passes, I chance a look into the back of his tru......

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...They dressed in the garment of back in the day Scampered up our walk with a happy hey hey Are those chipmunks? My husband asked a bit askance. They surely are, I replied, doing a happiness dance! ......

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...Hanging out with me may be whatever, But talking to me, When you really begin talking to me.... It's just like a flip is switched.. Or I flip some kind of a switch all of a sudden And quite unex......

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...The onset of construction Left a gaping excavation. They built a chain link fence Around the hole. Once the footers and foundation Were sufficiently established A dump truck load of gravel Di......

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...There is a new mythology emerging, Howling from the hind end of the pack, Scorching the composted leavings Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame Showing the way for true rock & roller......

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...Big trucks rolling down the market street blowing their horn in the crowded street Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big ......

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...Big trucks rolling down the market street blowing their horn in the crowded street Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big ......

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...Big trucks rolling down the market street blowing their horn in the crowded street Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big ......

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...When I was Seven, Six of us piled in to a shiny New Buick. “A quick errand across town” It was hot I fell asleep. I was awoken By the screams. A dump truck had eaten us up and spit out......

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