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I'm the car that's new again

Lathered wet I stand in the gutter, And quietly move in line, To the rub that’s a dreamy decadence, The rub that’s deeply divine. Then those monster legs begin, The twirling, twisting blue and green, Rumbling, massaging, wiping off, Transforming dirt to sheen. I walk on water as I’m hit with air, The pressure and the heat, Before all arms are up, and I’m pushed out to the street, And I drive for everyone to gaze, At my beautiful view, After sitting in the weekly car wash, Making me shiny and new.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/10/2017 8:25:00 AM
What a fun poem and a reminder that I have to get my car washed today. This was good fun thank you for sharing.
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Date: 9/6/2017 8:17:00 AM
Good clean fun :-) Enjoyed! ~ john
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