Poetic Feelings
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FIRST SET OF WHEELS
My first car was a little green Pinto,
I'd hop into it, just raring to go;
To the post office, market or shopping mall,
If my friends wanted a ride they'd just call;
We'd pull up to the bank, get a little cash,
All excited and giddy, off we'd dash;
But before pulling out of a parking lot,
I'd take a cloth, wipe off every little spot.
Whether traveling near or very far,
Just couldn't make it without my car;
That was long ago, had lots of rides since then,
Sometimes I just sit remembering when;
I wonder when we start taking for granted,
That over which we once raved and ranted;
Why is it that we lose our original pleasure,
In ownership of such a wonderful treasure?
My first car was a little green Pinto,
I'd hop into it, just raring to go;
To the post office, market or shopping mall,
If my friends wanted a ride they'd just call;
We'd pull up to the bank, get a little cash,
All excited and giddy, off we'd dash;
But before pulling out of a parking lot,
I'd take a cloth, wipe off every little spot.
Whether traveling near or very far,
Just couldn't make it without my car;
That was long ago, had lots of rides since then,
Sometimes I just sit remembering when;
I wonder when we start taking for granted,
That over which we once raved and ranted;
Why is it that we lose our original pleasure,
In ownership of such a wonderful treasure?
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First Set of Wheels
First Set of Wheels