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Wednesday, 25 April 2007 00:00

Two Poems by Zora Walker

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The Man in the Pickup Truck

You may be a man who drives a cadillac

and lives in a big house on a hill.

You may run a big corporation

and come and go as you will.

You may have a great big bank account

and think you have all the luck.

But the man who keeps the world going

is the man in the pickup truck.

He’s the man who built your big old house,

did the plumbing, electricity and all,

and if anything ever goes wrong around the place,

he’s always the man you call.

He keeps the wheels on your cadillac rolling,

works on the road on which you drive.

If not for the man in the pickup truck,

this world just couldn’t survive.


Dear Little Pluto

We don’t understand

what it’s all about.

They are putting you aside

and kicking you out.

You are one of the “nine” –

you were always there,

not to have you around

just doesn’t seem fair.

No one should change

what has always been true.

If I get to choose,

I’m keeping you.

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