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july 6 reflections in the cab of a truck with driver and girl named julie on the last day on trail

Posted on July 6, 1969 by Bruce Sterling Casselton
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“From the railhead to the dockyard,
from the factory to the farm,
from the mine to the millyard,
I’ve weathered the storm.
From the barroom to the bedpost
I’ve wasted my days,
all I have is my drink
and the time left to think,
while the time slips away.”
Gordon Lightfoot

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