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All
the cars that were
that have ever been,
end up in junkyard rows
aligned from end to end,
and the contorted love
we shared inside of them
slowly fades away
dreaming what might have been
Our love affair with cars
all know where it began,
the first remembered most
when we
became a man,
Eventually they die
our love compacted then
reduced to rust, grave friends
in automobile Stonehenge.
© d.knape
May
19, 2014
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry
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