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My First Car
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Wulfman Adventures The car
That was bought cheap
and without fluids
Running on prayers
The car
I drove to work
Drove home, road trips
Neah Bay, Everrett
The car
Auntie calls a beast
With a busted muffler. Roar.
Oil leaks and bad breaks.
The car
That ate paychecks for parts
More paychecks for more parts
I am getting the duct tape
The car
That moved me and Annabell out
That was our mobile palace
That we called home
The car
that stops and goes
Work to Neah Bay
Work to Salt Creek
The car
That became a smoke house
Full of memoirs and dreams
All gone in smoke signals
Liked your poem an
Liked your poem an interesting read and well written. Sounds as though you were very fond of your car before it sadly caught fire. I hope you get another car, they are very handy
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Cars are handy
My mom and I were just talking about the cars we had. My car was enjoyment. I was very fond of my car. Soon, I will have a car again. Thank you. :)
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.
Cars
r also places in the heart. Cool poem.