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My Car If my car had a mind of it's own (Which I think it does sometimes) It would honk its horn in horror As the hoodlum disguised a mechanic Attempted to open its hood And visit ruthless abuse upon it It would activate its alarm Causing alarm and despondency Its engine would roar menacingly and it Would keep its hood firmly 'clenched' Refusing to let this hoodlum lay His dirty hands on it Its lights would flash and its siren Would wail Causing the mechanic to run off In bewilderment unsure how to fix this 'problem'

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 5/4/2016 9:58:00 AM
this is a nice read. SKAT--
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Terence Msuku
Date: 5/6/2016 9:00:00 PM
Thank you
Date: 5/1/2016 7:22:00 PM
Terence, well done... Linda
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Terence Msuku
Date: 5/1/2016 7:42:00 PM
Thanks