R. S. Morris
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The GarageA Poem by R. S. MorrisThey didn’t use to exist.Have evolved through the years.Garages now taken for granted.Once sold from a catalog at Sears. Automobiles shared sta.. |
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Race Tracks Under The MallA Poem by R. S. MorrisTracks past, not well remembered. .. |
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The Last Checkered FlagA Poem by R. S. MorrisWhat's happened to racing today? .. |
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I Called Their BluffA Poem by R. S. MorrisThey said I was too old.They said I wasn't slick enough.They said I weighed too much.I didn't agree, so I called their bluff.I needed some work.First .. |
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I Have A DreemA Poem by R. S. MorrisIt started out an idea.I was about eight or nine.Growing up in a racing family.My own idea, my own design.Would be different for sure.Hadn't seen many.. |
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My New Chopper LifeA Poem by R. S. MorrisWas riding my bicycle,around the age of eleven.Popping wheelies during summer,Life was heaven.Riding the back wheel,when I first heard the sound.I tur.. |
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The Daughter of The Hanging TreeA Poem by R. S. MorrisStarted as a sproutling, .. |
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Garage SymphonyA Poem by R. S. MorrisWorking sounds of the tools. Some think it's just no.. |
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The Climb and Descent of AeroMartiA Poem by R. S. MorrisA small tethered blimp flew high in the air. .. |
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S. S. Tocomc and the Chattahoochee Raft RaceA Poem by R. S. MorrisMade acrylic bathtubs for the home. Breathing fiberglass all day long. .. |
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