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Love in a pickup
In his dad's pickup
There to pick you up
You watched from your bedroom window.
He parked right where last year
The maple tree fell during a storm
And Dad called you down.
In a striped blue skirt and a navy sweater
You flew down the stairs
There he was, and together
You climbed into the pickup.
He gave you his hand
You were small, and it was high up.
After the mo...
Friday 8th March 2019 1:32 pm
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