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aka The Hot Rod Poet . photo by Peddlar ... ptoto editing by The Pic-Chick aka Cherie Simpson. ----------------------- |
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Because ... it's looks a lot like the one in High School ... I wanted. Because ... it's a lot like my first car - my first date - my first dance. It's because ... it doesn't look like every other car On the road - that you can't recognize When it drives by. Because it is ... Its - Self ... and no other. Cars don't have Selves? Well, Old Cars do! |
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It's because It's driving down the block You grew up-on and finding Every-one still there - in your mind's eye ... it's winding tight low gear - and popping the next - and for a split infinity - You'd swear ... you heard ... Your best Teen-hood buddy .... chuckling and the words echo in your mind's memory - "Go For It!" Why am I driving a 40 year old car? It's looking in the rear view mirror - and having your heart pound to a stop! Because ... You would swear You saw ... Your Kid-hood Dog's ears - Protruding over the rear of the back of the front seat! It's having (Surf-City) Come on ... the Radio and for a moment ... that divorce Does not count ... nor hurt. It's feeling ... that you could pull over to any phone booth - anywhere in America and call any-one ... that you've ever loved - and they would still be there ... Why am I driving a 40 year old car? It's because of the feeling you get ... When you meet another old car ... Coming from the other direction ... And they honk and wave ... as if hey knew Ya ... Becuse they know ... You know! ... |
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