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Your Little Brown Car

The first time I saw you, In that little brown car, To be honest, I didn't think it would get you very far. But you were just so proud, And I didn't want to be mean, The fact of the matter is, I just didn't like the dumb thing. It wasn't 'cuz it was a Toyota, Or the fact that it was old, But you were driving way too fast... Or so I was told. Then one day you showed up, And said the car had rolled. It really freaked me out, And it really made me think, What if something happened, and he was gone in a blink? Then finally I realized, That you would be alright, 'cuz I hoped and prayed to God, To watch you every night. You started leaving your car, So you could stay a little longer, Then I began to like your "Turd-mobile" And my love for you grew stronger. You started coming every day, The funniest thing though I thought, Was that parts of your car fell in my driveway, And now half your car I've got. But then you sold your little car, It's down by Maplewood Lake, And now I miss seeing your car, In the morning when I wait, for the bus to come and pick me up, And take me to the school. But now that we're apart, That little car is locked up, In a small room in my heart. I'd do anything to have it, In my driveway again someday, And to have you love me once again, In the very same way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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