asoldierswife Posted June 26, 2012 Report Share Posted June 26, 2012 Many years ago, when I was a teenI ranaway from home, to follow a dream.Caught the Greyhound bus With seven dollars in my pocket,Most who knew me then called me Cheryl Lockett.I went to Hollywood to be amongst the stars,Walked the Boulevard dodging rich man cars.I got in trouble trespassing on a Warner Brothers set,Went back again on a homeless buddies bet.Motorcycle cop approached me, my heart skipped a beat,How would I have known, a Duke I would meet.He offered me his friendship,I excepted with a smile,Saved me from the cop, we visited for awhile.I watched the Dukes being chased by Roscoe P Coltrane,I laughed so hard that day, I returned again.Not trespassing this time, John was called for permission,To have me legally on the lot by his verbal admission.My hero is a Duke...of Hazzard known to most Bo,He saved me when I trespassed thirty-two years ago. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MaryAnne Posted June 29, 2012 Report Share Posted June 29, 2012 Nice poem. So you really did trespass in Hazzard County... LOL Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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