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Author: vainya
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Poetry - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-06-08 - Updated: 01-06-08 - Complete - id:2459614

On the selling block
On the floor
You twist the lock
And open the door

You stick the key in and hear the engine purr
Your feet barely touch the floor
And you're out before the clock strikes four

Around every corner
And around every turn
You use every bit of what you have learned

The speed get higher
Engine hot like fire
You took it out and
Drove it about

It's never going back
To where it came
So enjoy the few seconds of fame
The owner--- this way comes
To make his claim
And send you on your way home



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