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Thanks for clearing that up John, I like your writing but I
haven't saved any of it, but you should have a folder for it on your computer
for your grandkids and all of your future generations.
John
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Sent: Monday, December 29, 2008 5:20 AM
Subject: Re: [FWDLK] Lyrics Question
Hi all,
NOPE, wasn't my doing! I wrote a
different one that was sent out to the Fwdlk list and the Plymouth owner's club
printed it too if I remember correctly. I don't have a copy handy,
but maybe in the Fwdlk. archives somewhere!
But here is a new short one for you
all!
So on with our lives, the other makes some of us may
smear,
Be careful as not, to get hit in the rear.
Some ditzy broad or senile old fart,
May creep up behind and give you a start.
Take time to stand back and look all around,
The silence you hear is their
awestruck sound.
They see your fins all gleaming and bright,
Yet they may park in your ass when encountering the
sight.
So through the upcoming year and long after then,
Take pride in your ride and and protect it from
them.
With their elegant styling from front
to the rear,
I am wishing you all a Happy Forwardlooking
New Year!
John in Wintery Wisconsin...hey, it only took two
minutes...maybe next year
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, December 28, 2008 10:19
AM
Subject: Re: [FWDLK] Lyrics
Question
Didn't John in Wisconsin white that?
John in Washington
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, December 28, 2008 6:08 AM
Subject: Re: [FWDLK] Lyrics Question
This one? I don't know the author.
W
T'was the night before Christmas when all through the garage,
Not a
creature was stirring, not even a Dodge.
The tires were hung by the
chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas would fill them with
air.
The children were nestled all snug in their stalls,
While
visions of tire smoke were shadowing the walls.
Ma in her white walls,
and I in my blacks,
Had just settled down for a matter of fact.
When
out on the lawn there rose such a fuss,
I sped from my stall like a jet
propelled bus.
Away to the door I flew like a flash,
Forgot the
black ice and slipped on my ash.
The moon on the breast of the new
fallen snow
Gave the luster of fresh wax to objects below.
If what
to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a custom built Chrysler with toys
in the rear.
The little old driver sped on so quick,
I knew in a
moment it must be Saint Nick.
Then in a moment I heard on the
rooftop,
The skidding of the tires as he came to a stop .
As I
backed away and turned around,
Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a
bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
And his
clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
He spoke not a word,
but went straight to his work,
Filled the tires, checked the oil, and
turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his car, to the motor he gave the
gas,
It must be a Hemi it moved so fast.
But I heard him exclaim as
he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a
good-
night!
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