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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Big Mack</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have always been a trucker<br>I was raised on diesel fumes, <br>And I smoked two packs of Lucky's<br>From daybreak to afternoons, <br>While I ate at roadside diners<br>From a plate that swam in grease, <br>And I downed two mugs of coffees<br>In my cab, the one I leased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Big Mack, my eighteen-wheeler<br>I once drove through western plains, <br>Then I hauled hogs out of Denver<br>And I shuttled freight to Maine, <br>And I kept my eyes wide open<br>As I popped those purple hearts, <br>I could feel my heart keep pounding<br>As I rolled beneath the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's a great and grand old country<br>From New York to Idaho, <br>From the Rockies to Vancouver<br>And then down to Mexico, <br>And I've seen Tornado Alley<br>With a twister coming down, <br>And then through Louisiana<br>Where I've stopped, and gone to ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was hauling hogs to Houston<br>Eighteen hours on the clock, <br>I was five hours past the limit so<br>I couldn't fill my Log, <br>And the Bears were getting hairy<br>On the highway, going down, <br>I was too much in a hurry, <br>Took the rig the back way round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was getting on for midnight<br>And the night was more than black<br>As I found the off-road highway was<br>Just nothing but a track, <br>There were headlights in the distance<br>So I pulled off to the side, <br>Thought I'd wait for them to pass me<br>On that long and lonely ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the lights approached me slowly<br>And they pinned me in their beam, <br>As I squinted through the darkness<br>Not believing what I'd seen, <br>So I flicked the headlights up again<br>To see what they revealed, <br>And it struck me like a pickaxe<br>That this ‘truck', it had no wheels! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sat frozen in my cabin <br>As this thing began to glow, <br>And it raised itself above me<br>Lit me up there, down below, <br>Then the eighteen-wheeler lifted<br>And without the slightest sound, <br>I was up there in the darkness<br>In the air, and looking down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It could well have been a twister<br>Picked me up and flung me round, <br>I have seen whole trucks in twisters<br>Lifted up, clean off the ground, <br>But this thing that was above me<br>Took me on some drunken ride, <br>Skimming trees and fertile pastures<br>Shallow lakes and mountainsides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was some hallucination<br>From the pills I'd popped that day, <br>It was my imagination<br>Well I thought so, anyway; <br>But the cabin door flew open<br>And I leant out, looking down, <br>This was no imagination, <br>I was miles above the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I slammed the door and took a slug<br>Of bourbon, of Jim Beam<br>That I'd hidden in the cabin, <br>All it did was make me dream, <br>With the pills, it must have hit me<br>As I crashed out in the cab, <br>And I didn't wake ‘til morning<br>Frozen stiff, and feeling drab.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mack sat to its axles in<br>A field of pearl white snow, <br>A farmer looking up at me, <br>And willing me to go, <br>I asked him where I was, and then<br>I phoned the base, back home: <br>‘He said that I'm in Greenland! <br>Yeah! God-dammit! - Who would know? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I smoke three packs of Lucky's<br>Sometimes four, it all depends, <br>On whether I've passed out on Beam, <br>I'm not one to pretend, <br>I shudder when I see a rig<br>That night is with me still, <br>I never drive at night, and hey! <br>I bet I never will! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">David Lewis Paget</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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I was raised on diesel fumes, 
And I smoked two packs of Lucky's
From daybreak to afternoons, 
While I ate at roadside diners
From a plate that swam in grease, 
And I downed two mugs of coffees
In my cab, the one I lea..."></div>
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