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Mechanic poem

January 28, 2015
By DeerHunter15 SILVER, Wanamingo, Minnesota
DeerHunter15 SILVER, Wanamingo, Minnesota
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Though I walk through the valley of broken parts 
I shall fear not one thing 
Because my wrench and ratchet they comfort me 
Though Prepare a Lift in front of me in the presence of broken 
machines 
Though my hands covered with grease, my tool box run beneath 
me 
Surely fixed cars and many scars will follow me for the rest of my 
life, 
and now i will dwell in my garage for the rest of my life, strive for
the highs of life.



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