Love Poem to Bun

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We was sittin’ in m’ car,

A neckin’ and a kissin’

Jus’ a mindin’ our own business,

When the motor started missin’!

Da’hleen kinda shivered and then she said,

Better stop now, honey,

Your motor is dead.

 

So we wrapped up in a blanket (convenient, I am told),

But I couldn’t have done nothin’,

I was just too dog-gone cold.

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                                                                       — Pat McManus