BUGGY

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BUGGY

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I often think about the Buggy Whip King

The guy who made his living making buggy whips

At one time everyone who had a buggy also had a buggy whip

Buggy whips were they Buggy Whip King's life, his bread and butter

His sole gainful occupation, he employed others to meet the demand

His father made buggy whips and his father's father

A skill passed on through generations

Every morning the Buggy Whip King would read the paper

Over breakfast, before he set off to work

Jaunty and prosperous

To his buggy whip factory

He read the paper, bird song floating through the lace curtains

Merely glancing at a small article about an inventor in far away Detroit

Named Henry Ford.

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