My Journey

From mind to paper and back again.

An alliterative love poem to my car

on January 16, 2009


My car is comfy and cosy

It finds its feet easily

It knows its way without haste

And follows maps made for man

The wheels are without puncture

The screen without shatters or chips

Its metal frame made of solid mass

The seats subtle and soft

The steering wheel is wrapped in leather

The engine without error

I love my car lots when I’m driving

I feel safe and secure


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