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| You pulled up to the curb A decade ago – Your wheels were young, Geared, you were low – Strong and good tempered, You always did start – Rage, you were down For service or parts. Built not for speed You pounded the all – Your petal to the metal When your number was called. Your cheerful demeanor Set you apart – Your wheels won games, Your smile won hearts. Loved by the people, You garnered their trust – You lowered your fare When you wheels showed rust. Skeptics did doubt you With words that were strong – You came back with a tune up, And proved them all wrong! |
We’ve run now full circle, Our journey complete – Sad, we unbuckle And rise from our seats. We gather our towels And slowly do file – As we drink in the moment We walk now, the aisle. The aisle to the door, Down the steps we descent – On this cold Detroit night Our journey here ends. Farewell our dear friend – We will say not “Goodbye” – For we will board down the road For one last short ride. Just an hour or two Down your steps yet again – At a curbside in Canton To honor our friend! James Anthony Thomas |