Nichole was proud to own a brand- new car He showed it to his close friend at the bar Michael was from country side He had never travelled wide All he does is going to the bazaar "What is the name of your car", asked Michael "Forgot its name, starts with ‘T'," said Nichole "Oh my God, What a strange car! Never heard of it so far. Your car starts with Tea, others, with petrol"!
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