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Array ( [sid] => 130879 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Traffic Jam [time] => 2007-01-22 21:44:17 [hometext] => About the complete lack of value in America in regard to human life...Saw a tractor trailer flipped over today while I was working....did'nt look good. Sorry for not writing in a while, I've been working on a novel. [bodytext] => A good man has passed on,
A worker with kids.
Drives tractor trailer,
At least he once did.

His family will miss him,
Once they're notified.
Of the trailer flipping over,
And the family man died.

But others just sit there,
And swear and beep horns.
Open the damn road,
There's more being born.

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Traffic Jam

Contributed by BobbyZimmerman on Monday, 22nd January 2007 @ 09:44:17 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

A good man has passed on,
A worker with kids.
Drives tractor trailer,
At least he once did.

His family will miss him,
Once they're notified.
Of the trailer flipping over,
And the family man died.

But others just sit there,
And swear and beep horns.
Open the damn road,
There's more being born.

Copyright © BobbyZimmerman ... [ 2007-01-22 21:44:17]
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Re: Traffic Jam (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 22nd January 2007 @ 10:17:39 PM AEST
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A touching write....
Yes I know right where this is coming from I used to be an over the road trucker.

Beautiful tribute as sad as it is.

~Michelle~

Re: Traffic Jam (User Rating: 1 )
by seafire on Monday, 22nd January 2007 @ 11:07:06 PM AEST
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that is so true someone died and instead of sitting there and praying for the family they are honking inpatient people . what happened to this world ? everyone seems so unkind anymore always in a hurry to go nowhere this was a great write it brought tears to my eyes and a prayer for his family may god bless this family now
mare

Re: Traffic Jam (User Rating: 1 )
by UrMyInspiration on Tuesday, 23rd January 2007 @ 10:15:52 AM AEST
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Nothing but truth in this poem. Very nicely written.

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