Such a hot afternoon. It could have been a Wednesday, or a Friday, but not a Sunday. Sitting on the driveway, brake parts scattered around me. And then the sound. POM POM POM POM… I remember this sound, I know what it is. POM POM POM POM… I close my eyes. I am not listening…Continue reading “Classic Poetry – Huey”
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The Classic Machines 