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September 1920 - AFW's Lincoln

We weep over the dead Lincoln;
By the road
Rent outside of Tampa.

We crashed gears
To slow on that last corner.

But we were moving too fast -
Through the rain whipped by wind
And the tidal road wash.

We’re all healthy
If shaken by the sudden
Jolt to our holiday mission.

No, we’re not blaming you dad.
Yet!

Your driving is woeful, we think.
But mercifully the rain has stopped
And a sunbeam just warmed me. 

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