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I'm thinking about selling Gunrack.
First she got lost in shipping in the Bermuda Triangle.
Then I shelled the engine before I even hit 100 miles.
Then the State of Oklahoma stonewalls me on registration.
Then I get run off the road and barbed wire destroys her paint job.
And the local cops are gonna write ME a ticket. Or two.
I think I'll rename Gunrack with a good, honest Injun name... Dark Cloud. That's what she carries over her.
Oh, well. There's a Country tune that goes, "Nuthin' 'bout love makes sense..."
I'm waiting for a young woman carrying a baby to show up at my front door and claim that I am the father.
Yeah, that would be a fitting end to a most unusual year.
UT
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