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The old car sat rusting under some tall oak trees The Chevrolet emblem could still be seen across the front It had to be at least 50 years since it was on the highway Ghost riders appeared on autumn nights and took this baby for a spin Children in the neighborhood testified to that A pretty lady with her kerchief blowing in the wind was often the driver She liked to push the gas pedal to the floor and race past the other cars on the road Sometimes a thin man in a business suit would get behind the wheel and off to his office he would go The Chevy must have been brand new back then and something to see Shiny hub caps and white wall tires Plus fins in the back to add class and help with aerodynamics But now she sat slowly rotting only moving in the imagination of some 10 year olds
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
The Old Car
The old car sat rusting under some tall oak trees The Chevrolet emblem could still be seen across the front It had to be at least 50 years since it was on the highway Ghost riders appeared on autumn nights and took this baby for a spin Children in the neighborhood testified to that A pretty lady with her kerchief blowing in the wind was often the driver She liked to push the gas pedal to the floor and race past the other cars on the road Sometimes a thin man in a business suit would get behind the wheel and off to his office he would go The Chevy must have been brand new back then and something to see Shiny hub caps and white wall tires Plus fins in the back to add class and help with aerodynamics But now she sat slowly rotting only moving in the imagination of some 10 year olds
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
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