Monza Poems - Poems about Monza

...I rolled like Caesar down the boulevard the day I came to town. My triumph was impromptu and abrupt. I parked my Chevy by the curbside on a gentle downhill slope In hope there’d be no need for bac......

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...I did not learn to drive until my twenties. My two poor kids I hauled inside a wagon! That wagon creaked when filled with groceries! Fed up, I said, “My kids I won’t be draggin’!” I got my lic......

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...My very first car was, I think, a Monza, which was rosy pink. At a somewhat cheap price, that old sports car was nice, but my luck with her sure did stink! Cleaned and polished, she was looking fine......

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...I never even drove till I was maybe twenty-five, but then I learned, and so we bought a car for me to drive. For fifteen hundred dollars, I got a crap sports car with color kind of pink. That Mo......

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