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Cars pass by Relentlessly One goes, one comes Taking turns. Some might stay Perhaps an hour Maybe a couple of days Some might be flawed Broken parts Troublesome Time-consuming But they work just fine. Maybe a quick fix So that it lasts a little longer One more mile One last drive. …this isn’t about cars.
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Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
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Cars pass by Relentlessly One goes, one comes Taking turns. Some might stay Perhaps an hour Maybe a couple of days Some might be flawed Broken parts Troublesome Time-consuming But they work just fine. Maybe a quick fix So that it lasts a little longer One more mile One last drive. …this isn’t about cars.
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Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
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