tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post7311529045234625035..comments2023-11-25T03:27:49.595-05:00Comments on EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY: Photo Prompt: Abandoned CarUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-79800986650066206742009-03-27T14:24:00.000-04:002009-03-27T14:24:00.000-04:00junker broken downleft for deadcovered in rustand ...junker<BR/> <BR/>broken down<BR/>left for dead<BR/>covered in rust<BR/>and shattered glass<BR/>all that is left<BR/>is what i know<BR/>because those who did<BR/>have now forgot<BR/>no more music<BR/>or happy laughter<BR/>my days of adventure<BR/>have long been out numbered<BR/>now i sit<BR/>sore to the eye<BR/>watching the world<BR/>pass me by <BR/><BR/><BR/>I actually wrote this back in feb, butCole Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13935657765745245035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-44679613303485959942009-03-27T13:57:00.000-04:002009-03-27T13:57:00.000-04:00Roger Greaves knew he had a problem and he knew th...Roger Greaves knew he had a problem and he knew that problem went a lot deeper than the disappearance of his family.<BR/><BR/>"Look under the hood," ordered Detective Harper. <BR/><BR/>Roger stared at the old blue car. Officer Burton prodded him in the back, so he took a hesitant step toward the abandoned vehicle. <BR/><BR/>The wind shifted and a putrid smell wafted from the grille. He gagged andMeandering Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00464355148386507875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-52265225750182067202009-03-27T13:54:00.000-04:002009-03-27T13:54:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Meandering Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00464355148386507875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-62280000475932938962009-03-27T11:19:00.000-04:002009-03-27T11:19:00.000-04:00Interesting and timely. Sunday I was driving my y...Interesting and timely. Sunday I was driving my youngest daughter back to college and decided to take the scenic route to Richmond, Va. when I spied over in the woods and old 59 Chevy; the one they call the bat-mobile. I got all excited and clamored to my daughter look!! look! a bat-mobile!!! She said, “cooool”. I know people who traipse through the woods around here looking for old abandonedStephen Dell'Ariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01172035879922310079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-53543923738500052282009-03-27T10:53:00.000-04:002009-03-27T10:53:00.000-04:00Hi Nancy! I remember those cars. Times were better...Hi Nancy! I remember those cars. Times were better then. I love the blue of it, that's for sure.<BR/>Have a great weekend.GlorV1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06789212398770555465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-46246467149512867662009-03-27T05:38:00.000-04:002009-03-27T05:38:00.000-04:00WHAT, NO SWIMMING POOL?Those swindlers, they took ...WHAT, NO SWIMMING POOL?<BR/><BR/>Those swindlers, they took everything<BR/>Every penny that I had.<BR/>I lost my house, my job,<BR/>The situation's bad.<BR/><BR/>I once was rather wealthy,<BR/>Now there's barely food to eat.<BR/>And tho I'm shamed to say it,<BR/>I've been living on the street.<BR/><BR/>To find a place to live in,<BR/>I've searched both near and far,<BR/>Now you're looking at my James Parkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14780546357335117813noreply@blogger.com