Re: Mr. Ford died today 4-7-1947
I keep imagining Henry looking over my shoulder as I work on my car. He probably would complain that all the add-on's are not necessary and a waste of money. I think he would be surprised to find lots of Model A's, and T's still running.
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A is for apple, green as the sky.
Step on the gas, for tomorrow I die.
Forget the brakes, they really don't work.
The clutch always sticks, and starts with a jerk.
My car grows red hair, and flies through the air.
Driving's a blast, a blast from the past.
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