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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

My Car

My car broke down. It ran just fine.
Here I am without a dime.
Into the turn I began to go when pop I heard a sound below.
I thought a hole in my tire had I and fought the urge to scream and cry
the battery light came on and then tick tick tick it soon began
Not a tire, oh no
the tension mechanism seized up and blowed
with a pop and belts sprung free
My bloody car had died on me.

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