the old man's car looks angry
whether he likes it or not,
and my old thing (her name is sadie)
sits, disheveled and hot.
while classic ballads blast my ears
i smile and sing along,
and the angry cars have known those years,
they smile and say i'm wrong.
i'll save you, sadie,
and fix you up,
you'll be a lady,
and lift me up.
1 comment:
that is the cutest thing i have ever read. ever.
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