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The Time Is Upon Us - The Story of Goodbye To a Mazda

Today, keys and battery proved The old dear won’t move anymore. The conscientious mechanic tried, Even decked a fake trunk to cheer me up. A lump in my stomach arose when I thought of her, The cool highway, the cowboy hats The love of her, until, until She used that mind of her own that now sits silent, dead. She winked down the road at the dark glass of yesterday, And resigned to knowing, Her insides are repaired though unworkable, where pretty girls For 24 years, for 24 years giggled and planned. She now must be moved to make way for the yard man, To grow that golden and burn-ed grass, while The tears of remembrance roll, another Crossing into an older land. And I must say Goodbye.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 5/23/2020 10:00:00 AM
Hey Sunlite Wanter, remember, you will need another set of keys because the vaccine one day will give us a new lease on life! Blessings, Jennifer.
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Date: 5/21/2020 7:02:00 PM
Like it Sunlite, like losing an old friend.
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Date: 5/20/2020 1:26:00 PM
I know they're only made of metal, rubber and plastic but you don't half get attached to them. Hope your new one does many miles for you. Tom
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Sunlite Wanter
Date: 5/20/2020 3:19:00 PM
Worse than that, Tom. I've given up my keys.