I saw a red truck a pickup the vehicle had been neglected evil deeds were done it was faded red. Grey mindless dogs in the cab guns and whiskey too. Life went on unless you crossed its path, it was a vehicle of dread and gloom snowtires still on in June. —Ried Cartwright
I saw a red truck a pickup the vehicle had been neglected evil deeds were done it was faded red.
Grey mindless dogs in the cab guns and whiskey too.
Life went on unless you crossed its path, it was a vehicle of dread and gloom snowtires still on in June.
