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That Dear Old Flivver - King A. Woodburn Poem

That Dear Old Flivver - King A. Woodburn Poem Cars
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Stock #: 15777
Type: Postcard
Era: Linen
Publisher: Asheville Post Card Co.
Size: 3.5" x 5.5" (9 x 14 cm)

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That Dear Old Flivver Once she was straight And full of pep, Had a fast gait And kept her step. Now she is faded That Dear Old Flivver Once she was straight And full of pep, Had a fast gait And kept het step. Now she is faded And beginning to wrinkle, Her eyes look jaded And refuse to twinkle. Her time is not long 'Cause her lungs are weak, Her voice once strong Is reduced to a squeak. My eyes they fill When I'm tempted to part, Because she still Holds a place in my heart. She carried me to hunt, She carried me to marry, Without a single grunt Or suggestion to tarry. Along the countryside Or down by the river, I' ve enjoyed every ride In that dear old ""flivver."" King A. Woodburn