Arthur And The Street Sweeper
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In response to those who asked, the story on Art Chinn,
Of what the story really was, and how it swept him in.
It was a dark and quiet night, the street sweeper chugged
along,
Meanwhile, Art was waiting, for a driver to do wrong.
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On his full dress Harley Davidson, he sat beside the road,
While the driver of the sweeper, carried a full load.
We're not too sure what happened next, but the driver felt
a thump,
And in his self inflicted fog, he thought he hit a bump.
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The roadway left behind him, was sparkly and clean,
And not a trace of Arthur, was left there to be seen.
The vacuum sucked him up inside, the bike went in as well,
The brushes spinning in there, began to give him hell.
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Finally it spit him out, his bike a tangled mess,
The sweeper kept on going, not noticing I guess.
Arthur lay beside the road, wondering what went wrong,
One boot was all shiny bright, the other one was gone.
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His uniform in tatters, thank goodness it was warm,
Poor Arthur thought that he'd been hit, by a quickly passing
storm.
The driver of the sweeper, caught later that same night,
Sloshed to the gills, and in his rig, gave up without a fight.
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Later in the hospital, when asked to tell the tale,
The drugs were working full effect, and his mind began to
fail.
Art kept telling everyone, that things were not too bad,
In fact it was, he stated, the best shoeshine ever had.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 98-02-11 (163)
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