Trucker Jeff Biography

It's risky being a late blooming rose
to dare to be beautiful
when others appeal has faded away
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Before the plow comes,
before the shovel scoops,
holding a breath waiting
for the storm to play out,
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God sent us sad souls to the pan handle of Texas to break our heart
No oaks, no rivers, , no place to dream upon the flat earth, as a song
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I love a carnival; lights, music and life.
Sing, sister, sing,
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When the last tear from God
has run down your cheek
and there is no breath
left in your dreams
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