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Red mud in the tire treads - A gospel written in clay. My Ford doesn't purr. It growls. The engine knows the way home, Even when the fog hides the trees. The radio plays a scratchy tune. I'm just an old man in a pickup, Crossing the ridge, Homebound.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:24 AM UTC
APPALACHIAN STEEL by John
Red mud in the tire treads - A gospel written in clay. My Ford doesn't purr. It growls. The engine knows the way home, Even when the fog hides the trees. The radio plays a scratchy tune. I'm just an old man in a pickup, Crossing the ridge, Homebound.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:24 AM UTC
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