The 12 Days of Christmas OkieRover Style
7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me…20
Seven-ty thousand sparks a flyin’.
I could have probably said seven scars a scarring. Hot embers from the cutting wheel rested on my skin so many times I stopped counting. One time the hot ember landed in the palm of my hand while I was cutting a nut off. It burned…a lot, but I wasn’t in a place to stop so I powered through it. The mental discipline the Marine Corps burned into me comes in handy ever once in a while.
Chicks dig guys dressed in red who bring them presents driving sleighs and guys with scars driving Land Rovers.