1972 ford ltd

a harvest gold & avocado green leisure suit with fm radio, it was their,
well, daddy’s, mansion, his james brown conk cool, his funky country
on radials, power windows and doors a working class music. here is
our block-long plush, envy of uncles and teenage dolemite dreams. a
ms. cleopatra jones ride, showing yankees, john denver, the hippie nation
and everyone except texas the middle finger. kept the 25 gallon tank on
full. we drove to kentucky for my sister’s wedding on hot back roads, no
cracker corn farmer’s rifle loud enough to make daddy use a map.

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