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Philip Graham
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| Car Poem |
| Philip Graham |
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| This is a poem about cars and money There is truth to this poem, so it's not all that funny Cars can be large, cheap, or fast But there is no guarantee how long they will last From Vettes to Vipers to AC Cobras To Datsuns and Bimmers and small Toyotas From fast cars to slow cars, some large, some small They are surely too numerous to name them all Some cars are cheap and efficient on gas While others leak oil while going too fast Some cars cost little; some quite expensive While options range from base to extensive On this subject, most folks will agree That cars cost too much; so expensive, the fee Some folks will say cars are just hunks of steel But nothing compares to the joy that you feel When behind the wheel it is good to be careful But there is really no need for one to be fearful To this short poem, there isn't much more From V8 to V6 and even some four So here we are at the end of the road I hope to you much knowledge, I showed There is little left to say, my good friend Except of course, the dreaded "The End" |
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