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[title] => And Call Them Kinsman….
[time] => 2018-02-14 08:42:46
[hometext] => I’m out on the road training drivers and I just remembered my days as a long haul driver
[bodytext] => 14-02-2018….
On The road again.
Memories rushing through my mind.
Just like a runaway freight train.
Sights and scenes shrined.
This time round not as a driver.
Yet still in a rig.
Imparting knowledge like McGyver.
Heading up this brig.
What a feeling.
Reliving days gone by.
This life is still appealing
Those days were an epic high.
But after twenty nine years on the road
It’s best left to the new blood.
I can’t reclaim the load.
Let them brave the flood.
I’ll watch with eagle eyes.
Guide them were I can.
Set them free under the African skies.
And call them Kinsman.
RR
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[informant] => RussellReinhardt
[notes] => Edit spelling per request ~ Mod_18 Feb 15, 2018
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