Gmc Poems - Poems about Gmc

...I remember how you used to roll your popcorn popper across the floor grinning and not paying attention to where you were going— and how happily you pretended to drive the rusty ’49 GMC pick......

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...In November's chill on Rana Mohal's lane, She showed me a shawl, dreams to attain, Her last wish lingered, a poignant refrain, But with 125 rupees, my hands feel restrained. COVID's cruel grasp......

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...I riffle through memories of days gone Like a junkyard of photo boxes When viewing the past again sees the dawn Of course, my favorite time it surely must be Living in my GMC va......

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...A macabre garden rank with smell of green moss. Silent mouths murmur nothing as visitors snap and click awed in reverence of the raven poet. The Old Western Burial Ground Greene and Fayette......

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...He drops the tailgate on that old GMC truck using it as a makeshift workbench He tinkers with an old icemaker determined to bring it back to it's former glory He whistles an old country tune as ......

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