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Dreaming of 57 Chevy

the 1957 Chevy Bel Air was fine in every way Full of chrome, her sassiness gave her enormous sway Some people like red autos, but turquoise was so fine At the age of eight, I wished this car was mine! I understood cars like the boys did in town This beauty pranced and danced, she was heaven bound I still love this car to this very day I wish all cars were built and chromed this way

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