New Owner
It was a dead guys Jeep,
some panel damage but we bought it,
fixed it.
An attack of death took him.
‘Last Calls’ always happen
when no one is looking.
We paint sprayed.
When he got dead, maybe he thought:
‘O yea. I remember.
there is always a booze-bar in another place.’
In that other place
he is probably calling for another.
Hey dead guy,
this car is still a sweet ride.
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