Poem -

Under the Hood

I like cars a lot, 
Got the same love for them cars that my fathers got, 
But most cars are second hand, 
Been around for a minute...second hand⌚️,
See you don't know what they've been through, 
And it's hard to get the facts,
Yeah they might look good but any car can get a wax, 

Anyway, I like cars a lot,
Whenever I pass a shop with a reflective window
I slow down and make a man pass,
But here's the problem with second hand cars..
You don't know what they've been through,
Kinda like people.

 
Some people might look like a Bugatti,
But don't get to happy, 
Because maybe the numbers are good, 
But it's all messed up under the hood,
And anyone can look good with the light off,
If they're blind to the fact it's a write off. 
See I like cars a lot,
But if it's an easy road,
And a cheap price showed,
Then the history is often forgot. 
 

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Tony Taylor

Hey 97!!.........I really liked this piece..........especially the way you formatted and kept your continuity throughout..........one of my friends in High School used to tell me that working on cars........was like Meditation.......it took him to another place in appreciating the inner workings balanced with the beauty of it's Aero-Dynamic design...........you took me there with this amazing write.............thank you my friend..........well done.......    5*s     .........Love and Rockets!!...........T xo

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