An Ode to a Dead Car of Mine
Contributed by
yoda2088
on
Wednesday, 13th January 2010 @ 06:02:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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Driven like you were I know,
Miss Accord I must say you are to me,
And were what you are
Nothing but a car,
A piece of steel on four rubber wheels
Driven to no end, that’s the deal,
Go on you, and leave me be
For I have found another,
So please don’t bother.
I hope you get better, but for us it is goodbye,
I thank you for all the rides, and times you brought.
It’s not for good, cause I know you‘ll still be.
If not, then you’ll be in that place of steel,
Above, where the cars do go when they die,
Hope up there its just as sunny and fly,
Whatever may come, I can only hope
That this poem will stop my mope.
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2010-01-13 06:02:06] (Date/Time posted on
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