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The Price of Gas

To run your car you'd better have big bucks For these days the price of gas really sucks You have to have it to get from A to B And there is no relief ahead that I can see Sometimes In desperation I ride my bike Wearing my helmet like a good little tyke Works okay riding around our small town But often makes irritated motorists frown My neighbor's car runs on natural gas Few stations though-I think I'll have to pass I guess I'll just keep it up long as I'm able OMG..what if I have to choose gas or cable?

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/19/2013 2:27:00 PM

this is a good one, Barbara. An important soupmail for ya. please check right away

Matthew Anish

Date: 10/5/2011 5:08:00 PM

I gave up driving years ago - of course I lieve in Manhattan where it is easy to get around. Clever and funny poem! Love & Peace Matthew Anish

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/5/2011 1:38:00 PM

Dear LNC, choose cable and buy a horse! The bike works too, but a horse will take you farther. Gas prices truly "suck" and some stations are as low as $3.33 per gallon while others are at $3.60 a gallon. This makes no sense. My next car may be an electric Prius. LOL Wishing you success in the contest! Love, Carolyn