This poem is a car that was fallen.

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This poem is a car that will not start. 

This poem is a car with broken buttons. 

This poem is a car with flat tires. 

This poem is a car with a slipping transmission. 

This poem is a car that drives like it's a hundred years old. 

 This car is a car that's been in the garage ten years without being driven. 

This poem is a car that was for sale. 

This poem is a car that I gave away. 

. . . . Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026 All Rights Reserved I am linked with and written in response to Mish's prompting post, Open Link #404 at dVerse (Sorry but my machine is broken, it refuses to print the line distribution intended) . . .