A Man With His Brand New Automobile-
Whose Automobile is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his Automobile a spin,
As he goes down the neighborhood the women grin;
The Automobile is smooth, fantastic and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
No driving on gravel roads nor in the rain
No tire driven rides in the snow with tire chains
Verrroom, virrrooom....
01/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
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