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THE MODEL T - by Claude Peter Dhuet

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THE MODEL T - by Claude Peter Dhuet

Postby Claude Peter Dhuet » Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:54 pm

Claude Peter Dhuet

Ford called it the model "T"-
This ancient car of old-
Others called it "The Tin Lizzie"-
All this I once was told.

But at the time, it was a dream-
Fulfilled for the people’s use-
It mattered not, it looked out of sight-
Only that, the price was right.

You could say it was the Volkwagon of old-
Since It came out of just one mold-
Every car made looked alike-
Came in just one color, that was black.

Its wheels were tall, made out of wood,
The tires were tall and thin,
So that the whole car cleared the ground-
No matter the condition, the road you ‘re in.

For in those days, there were no roads,
Like the freeways we now traverse-
Some were graveled, but most were dirt-
With lots of bumps, or even worse.

But no one bothered to complain-
To do so would have sounded vain-
It got us from point A to B-
That was good enough for you and me.

By - Claude Peter Dhuet
March 14, 2006
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