RITE2SPIN: FOUR MILE CREEK

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Saturday, July 4, 2009

FOUR MILE CREEK

He lived on a dirt road just a little ways past Four Mile Creek Chickens on the front porch, no shoes on his feet He was stuck in the past, haunted by the Vietnam war Tobacco stains on his lips, overalls is all he wore He'd say "pull up a seat son and we'll chew on the fat" And he'd tell you where... Sign in to see full entry.

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