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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white. My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight. My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;' And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do. My fellow cars and I saw lots of sunny days, in bliss freedom of the flowers, Traveling the length and breadth of this land, in the clasp of jeweled hours. Flighty friends and I recalled 'good old days,' in rosy sunset times of finally, Laughing and talking our memories in darkness, as moon shone, indefinably. Forever friends were like feeling family, in the floral days of fuchsia's reign; When flitting, green butterflies fanned for long, and falcons flew like a train. I lived in the house of pleasant shadows, which didn't have many windows; For it was one huge room without a view, like a path without the primrose. Sparkling summer sauntered in silently, creating such scenes on my street! Silken clouds roamed, when Sam ran his errands. Traveling was ever a treat. Neighbors made admiring noises about me, going off on rides in neon night. We cars were the toast of the neighborhood, nice nostalgia, in a golden light! Clown orchids had ceased performing, in gone days of purple, beard orchids. Now their summer relative had the holy ghost, like bliss from many sources. Mask flowers held beautiful mystery, in alluring hues of pink, cream and red; Like sweet secrets of moonlit shadows, and violet dreams after going to bed. Once, Sam and I were cruising Sunset Highway, for it was my turn that day; While dear friends waited in the cool, quiet of home, for their chance to play. I felt a sudden impact on my left, and I knew I was hurt! There was damage; But if not for Sam's expert driving, we might not have been able to manage! This had happened to me times before. Such is to be expected in a long life. As ever, friend Sam was my Superman, my mechanic in times of cruel strife. My convalescence didn't seem so long, as I laughed about old days with pals. When streets were not very busy, and many listened to front porch musicales. For we were darling, daring trailblazers, quaint old paving way for all modern, Leaving lingering feelings of fond nostalgia, like lovely fall leaves which yearn!

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Trailblazer

I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white. My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight. My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;' And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do. My fellow cars and I saw lots of sunny days, in bliss freedom of the flowers, Traveling the length and breadth of this land, in the clasp of jeweled hours. Flighty friends and I recalled 'good old days,' in rosy sunset times of finally, Laughing and talking our memories in darkness, as moon shone, indefinably. Forever friends were like feeling family, in the floral days of fuchsia's reign; When flitting, green butterflies fanned for long, and falcons flew like a train. I lived in the house of pleasant shadows, which didn't have many windows; For it was one huge room without a view, like a path without the primrose. Sparkling summer sauntered in silently, creating such scenes on my street! Silken clouds roamed, when Sam ran his errands. Traveling was ever a treat. Neighbors made admiring noises about me, going off on rides in neon night. We cars were the toast of the neighborhood, nice nostalgia, in a golden light! Clown orchids had ceased performing, in gone days of purple, beard orchids. Now their summer relative had the holy ghost, like bliss from many sources. Mask flowers held beautiful mystery, in alluring hues of pink, cream and red; Like sweet secrets of moonlit shadows, and violet dreams after going to bed. Once, Sam and I were cruising Sunset Highway, for it was my turn that day; While dear friends waited in the cool, quiet of home, for their chance to play. I felt a sudden impact on my left, and I knew I was hurt! There was damage; But if not for Sam's expert driving, we might not have been able to manage! This had happened to me times before. Such is to be expected in a long life. As ever, friend Sam was my Superman, my mechanic in times of cruel strife. My convalescence didn't seem so long, as I laughed about old days with pals. When streets were not very busy, and many listened to front porch musicales. For we were darling, daring trailblazers, quaint old paving way for all modern, Leaving lingering feelings of fond nostalgia, like lovely fall leaves which yearn!