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By David J Walker

 

As if I were a Ford or Chevy

Or an Old’s 88

Classified by year and make and

Model, registered and taxed and

Licensed with the local government

 

A product of an assembly line from the

American Big 3 proudly adorned with

Airplane like fins and flashy chrome bumpers

Popular in my generation

 

Parts interchangeable with the few

That are still truly original but more likely

Remanufactured to my specific

Specifications

 

Some admire the stressed and aged look

That comes naturally with the milage

Others like us restored down to the

Last detail

 

Keeping us in a garage, taking us

Out on sunny weekends, showing us off

At nostalgia shows playing the music we

Can sing to.

I used to name my cars as if they had a soul

I remember them now as I pass a junkyards

And wrecking yard where they disassembled,

 

Used parts sold and the rest smashed into a

Coffin like metallic wafer, the sent off to the

Recycler.

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