Chasing Dead PresidentsA Poem by John KnowlesA poem about scrapping.This is a story about chasing dead presidents. This is a tribute to the ones Who the closest they get to retirement are Death and disability. (Not me.) Picture me in the bed Of an old beat up Dodge pickup. Paint peeling of the sides, Wind blowing through my hair, Picture me there. The bed is filled With rusty old chain link fencing And some metal poles. A couple broken lawn mowers. A few cans of brass and copper. Five big bags of aluminum cans. Crushed to save space. Picture me there With wind in my hair. © 2011 John KnowlesAuthor's Note
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Added on February 22, 2011 Last Updated on February 22, 2011 Tags: scrap yard, beat up truck, mowing lawns, service jobs, money, dead presidents AuthorJohn KnowlesSt. Louis, MOAboutHi. I'm John Knowles, but not that guy who wrote a Separate Peace, a different John Knowles. I write a variety of different things. Mostly poetry, lyrics and short fiction more..Writing
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