‘Twas his first time to drive a car alone
Without knowing where to go or why now
He simply rode and drive away from home
The engine roared as if choking snow
Fog engulfs, ‘twas a misty morning
The pistons churn as the sparkplugs fire
But the engine power seemed snoring
A sigh! High-voltage current seemed to ire
“Need sparkplug replacements?”-- said the sign
Without turning a glance, he passed-by
Without knowing where to go or to find
Adventures he dreamed. Was it just a lie?
The pistons churn as the sparkplugs fire
Without knowing where or understand why
Saturday, January 12, 2008
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