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#141
08-25-2021, 08:12 PM
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15,500 views. If you want to try your hand at a little writing, this is the place. 
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#144
08-26-2021, 09:22 AM
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Learned a lot from my mistakes....think I'll make a few more.... 
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#145
09-03-2021, 01:07 PM
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Pewie Smelled Good
I knew a girl nicknamed Pewie. Her father was a mechanic named Louie, Was an odd name to have in the neighborhood. Anyway she smelled pretty good. A combination of girl soap and motor oil. And other kinds of automobile soil. She wasn't like most other girls. Wearing silky dresses with fancy frills. Grease stained jeans and a Mooneyes Tee. Was very appealing to a motor head like me. She didn't know how to get the right sizes. That stretched fabric sure enhanced her prizes. We were friends because of a mutual attraction. We both loved the hot rod action. On my Chevy we installed three deuces. She did most of the work, no excuses. There wasn't a job she couldn't handle. Most of my friends couldn't hold a candle. We'd go out at night and talk until dawn. Never bored, never a yawn. I'd put my arm around her and pull her next to me. So I could smell the girl soap and motor oil on Pewie. She'd kinda get chilly when I'd giver her a hug And pull away with a smile and a shrug. She said, "I'm not like most of the girls you knew. I like Chevys and hot rods, but I like girls too.
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#147
09-03-2021, 01:54 PM
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Didn't see that coming. Lol, good work!
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1946 GMC Pickup (455 Buick and S10 frame) - Build Thread 1962 Bel Air 1982 S10 1986 Caprice 1928 Model A Roadster Pickup (project) --------------------------------------------------------------- And when I’m gone, you can call me foolish but hopefully not boring. I will have lived.
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#148
09-03-2021, 03:35 PM
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Quite the wit!
I don't know what you did for a living but the way you come up with these, you might have made a second income if you tried. Looks like rhyming flows in you...
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#149
09-03-2021, 11:45 PM
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I also --- Didn't see that coming. Good work Bob.
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#150
09-08-2021, 07:37 PM
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Four Days Before
It was the winter of 1959. My graduation in June went pretty fine. Now I found myself over my head. Studying engineering, I'd come to dread. My friends and I were in need of some fun. So to the Prom Ballroom we did run. It was Teenage Night at the dance. Would I meet a nice girl? there was a chance. Leo and I hopped into Jerry's Merc. Off we went with a bump and a jerk. Jerry managed to come up with some brew. Couple of cans and my dancing confidence grew. The Prom Ballroom was a magnificent place. Crystal lights and red carpet gave it style and grace. To the left was the dance floor surrounded with many a booth. Big as two hockey rinks to tell you the truth. The hardwood floor was polished to a luster. Soon I'd be dancing if the courage I could muster. There was a big stage all set for the show. Flood lights and stage light all aglow. And who this night would the rock group be? A special night, not one act but three. Out came the house band to get us all dancing. Many girls paired up and were prancing. I saw a pretty blonde that really looked neat. The kind of girl I would like to meet. The couple of beers made me a bit bolder. Went up to her partner and tapped her on the shoulder. We had a slow dance and a pleasant talk. Then to her booth we did walk. There was no boy's class ring on her finger. Was hoping she would invite me to sit and linger. Then the band started playing real slow and low. The announcer said it was time for the show. Out came a cool cat, didn't know his face. Until the Big Bopper started singing Chantilly Lace. The crowd was rocking and swaying to the tune. But the Bopper's act was over quite soon. Richie Valens came out and sang all his hits Drove all the girls out of their wits. Nothing could make the night any more jolly. Until out on the stage came the great Buddy Holly. Here was the best in our own dance hall. We were shucking and jiving and having a ball. Everybody was dancing as if we were one. A thousand kids never had so much fun. Memories fade but somehow I know. I'll always remember that rock and roll show. A few days later in a small Iowa town. A light plane took off, but tragically went down. (Yes, I was there.) Last edited by bob w; 09-08-2021 at 08:54 PM.
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