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May 2016
Camel brown seats pocked with burns,
Dry rotted with age and heat.
A booboo trap (many fingers were sliced opening its doors)
Stained with the stench of cigarettes and summer.

One year your bed was a winter snow catcher
And we used your frozen spoils for ammo,
Your body as a shield,
Our icy cannonballs smashing and exploding against your sides.

Death trap, playground, what difference did I know?
To me, you were daddy's El Camino.
Ashley Williams
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Ashley Williams  Georgia
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