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Tattoos On the Heart -- Book Review

The Old Tire


              The Old Tire 

by Ryan M. Roberts


                     As one of four, I carried a car;

On business of utmost import.


From summit to shore, I traveled afar;

All the while my time growing short.


I rolled along, till my tread was all spent;

Tossed away—thin, worn and unfit.


On the side of the road, to the ditch I was sent;

To die lying still in the pit.


But life ebbed again at the hand of a boy;

A push and a roll was my test.


I found all joy, in the guise of a toy;

These miles are some of my best.




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