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My Scooter

I have a scooter made in Eighty six Which usually starts After four and ninety kicks To get detected its numerous snags I spend hours in a garage Yet its perfect health Eludes me like a mirage Often the oilseal leak Or the oring and the kick Sometimes clutch goes haywire Or suddenly there is flat tyre Many a times in the midst of traffic Abruptly stops and refuses to move And i have to take it aside for spark-plug To remove and check carbon deposit But with shock dicover missing of tools-kit Mechanics widely differ in diagnosis Some think its compression is low Others find fault with petrol's flow

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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