And uncle Matt for paying for her,
Leaving me the transport,
Beginning up until after,
your premature end. Thank you Maria,
For loving her,
And adoring her pretty black strike,
splashed along the side. Thank you to all the children,
Whom are now half grown past my age. Whom once frolicked with coloured paint,
Before a once unblemished pure white
Red red red beloved coat. Then after she travelled
with all the colours,
And provoked many a simple smile. One such smile did delight,
And designate we design
A trip, through the mountains
Under trees and along long winter shores
Equipped with a simple paint brush
A stash of paints
And a sign
inviting more. Thank you for all the safe harbours,
That received us so gent-a-lly. We made use of their recesses
And garnered many, there, a respite. After many long nights of driving,
A simple
Gravel side
Forgotten pullout
Or over hung tree
Was enough to hide. Thank you to Lee, the old mechanic. Formerly of Blue mountain and Austin. u follied our tr**ny - but otherwise kept her really really quite well. Even gave her a good car wash - that may of been her only one. Then we had Jordan, over at Austin automotive. Couldn't of asked for much better. Though by that time, her price became steep. And then there were the Claxtons
Receiving her in Tsayout,
Not to be confused with
'Stay Out'
Indeed, there,
We went in. And on many an adventure
Do I believe she was taken to go on. Long dark roads, and sunny rainbows
Do I suspect Vanessa did provide. For in fact now with this profile picture,
Did she lovingly provide. Then there was that lady, on the ferry, one day. She asked about delila's murals
And soon was painting there, beside. She spent the whole ferry ride
Decorating an eye
Thanks to the Kwagiuth children
Up north during preschool. Delila quite enjoyed your play. Thanks to the neighborhood,
That always kept you so so very safe. Thanks to the riverman, the jester, and the fool. For singing from your mountain top,
And not waiting for applause. Thanks to my fiancé,
Whom once betrothed to delila,
A sweet little old,
Tweety Mobile. Do u remember our first date? I locked u out three times in one night. delila always carried,
A scar - a battlewound
From that long bad joke of night. Thanks to my iPad,
For shutting down with all my pics. Thanks to wild man jake,
For singing me awake,
Long into one long drive of a long long sleepy night. And Luigi and Marianne, the painters,
And Chris and chad and ibu
And mitch and all the rest. Many oh many a night,
Did delila deliver sticks,
For a game,
For two teams,
Late late late,
Anywhere at night. Thanks to my father,
For putting up with me. Long did delila stand,
Tall and molting underneath
A sappy deciduous tree. And my mom for forgiving
A very very unfair exchange. Good bye sweet delila
Maria is right to frown. I'll miss your soft fabric (ripped and hewn)
Low recliner (broken lever)
Security system (broken door handle)
Flexible handling (sliced steering wheel)
Secret entry device (detachable wind shield wiper)
Large storage space (missing spare tire)
Meditative atmousphere (broken radio receiver)
And of purse
Awesome Awesome Paint Job.
