This poem is a car that was fallen.
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) . . .


