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My Worn Out Jalopy


It's rusted out
From front to back,
It's falling apart
I've got a bruised crack.

I can put my foot
Right through the floor,
I need a trade
Need I say more?

The paint's peeling off
 The rust shows through,
Tires as bald as an old man's head
Doors are falling off too.

I've got a cracked windshield
My gas gauge is broke,
I fill up the tank
Then it chokes.

My radio doesn't work
My motor looks unfit,
The trunk lid pops up
Against the rear window it hits.

I get laughed at
All the damn time,
If I was to get it fixed
It would cost me a pretty dime.

It spits and sputters
On the way down the street,
Time to get a new one
It will be a fantastic treat.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.7/2005

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