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Volume 7 Issue 1
Page 9
Page 9
Broke down near an old town Five miles out of Crow One hundred yards An old car So close to Doane Road Glad to see her high school teacher Claim to fame I shook her hand I asked her name. Kathy Davis Was her name. Hand up, not a hand out Cell phoned, Hell! no one’s home! Tried the son to reach his father, My best friend on the road. She stood by Till help arrived We talked a lot Of life gone by. We laughed and joked She had a smoke We just killed time. A friend is where you find them Home town Broke down A country road She saw a stranger To lend a hand of hope |
| Ode to Kathy Davis By Spyder |
| (a song lyric) |