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Thirty-Nine Ford, Forty-eight mill,  zippin’ on up Milk River Hill. The motor is fine, a two-thirty-nine,   the paint doesn’t shine, but damnit it’s mine. Cute little coupé, three on the tree,  press the starter after the key. Hydraulic brakes to get it to stop,  worn out shocks to get it to hop. Open theContinue reading “Thirty-Nine Ford”