[71_DEPUTY]

passing along this poem


It was the night before Christmas, and there in the shed
My Road Runner was sitting, with the battery dead

There were Superbird parts, all laying around,
Some against the wall, and some on the ground

Last Christmas I said, to my friends on the phone
By next Christmas I hope, to have done most of my clone

09 Economics, Layoffs, and Obama,
Had helped my project Birdy, to suffer some trauma

Despite all the set backs, I still got work done
With help from the net friends, on DC dot Com

While I was thinking, I looked up to the sky
What the heck was that, I spied with my eye

A line of cars, all joined by a cable
Came down and hovered, over a buddies roof gable.

A Mopar convoy, that can't be real
but I heard the main driver, over a tire squeal

On Duster and Cuda, on Chally and Charger,
On Dart and Demon, on Viper and Prowler

A cool list of rides, the last with a wing
Bells on the stabilizer, ring-a-ling ling

On top of the hood, he was sitting up tall.
Calling out parts , to give to us all.

He wasn't really Santa, it was just a little weird.
Silhouette almost like Petty, but sportin a beard.

As he vanished on the horizon, he gave one more cheer.
Merry Mopar Christmas and Happy New Year
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[Jon]

Some great thoughts. Well done.

[fal308]

[Dale1035]

I like it. Merry Christmas to all

[patrick]