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That Dear Old Flivver
My eyes they fill
When I'm tempted to part,
Once she was straight
And full of pep.
Had a fast gait
And kept her step.
Because she still
Holds a place in my heart.
Now she is faded
She carried me to hunt,
She carried me to marry,
And beginning to wrinkle,
Her eyes look jaded
And refuse to twinkle.
Without a single grunt
Or suggestion to tarry.
Her time is not long
"Cause her lungs are weak,
Her voice once strong
Along the countryside
Or down by the river,
I've enjoyed every ride
In that dear old "flivver."
Is reduced to a squeak.
KING A. WOODBURN
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