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What's wrapped up
In this bright truck
Is more than eyes can see.
Its memories
Brought back to life,
With orange paint
and black upholstery.
Step up in the cab.
Slide into the seat.
Sit back and get ready
For a mechanical treat.
Turn the key.
Switch the gear.
Drive into a dream
Of yesteryear.
The tires whine.
The engine roars.
The road feels so close,
But the spirit soars.
Suddenly cruizin' along
With nothin' in mind.
A way to escape
The day to day grind.
The engine still hums
A song from the past.
In ‘51,
Trucks were built to last.
by Darlene Pierman
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