"Perhaps you don't know," we write back, "but we've got a new car, well not so new, but it has a cool running board and sexy tires." He can't believe it, he needs to see a picture. Here it is:
And here's the cultural excuse for all this:
A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
A car is a car
When it gets you in time to the bar.
If it can ride you nearby or far
A car is a car
When it gets you in time to the bar.
Sylvia Chidi
(Editor's note: the poem continues for another 30 lines or so, which we edited out for obvious reasons)
(Editor's note: the poem continues for another 30 lines or so, which we edited out for obvious reasons)
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