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Mar 2016
I see it most days
A red hatchback
Mostly red
One of the doors is white
It has two doors

I see it most days
As I stand outside
And take a cigarette break
A break from a soul shattering job
I see it

A 1987 maybe a 1992
Can't name the model
Or even the make
Certainly not the year
My best explanation is
It is a beatermobile

I don't know how it runs
But it does

I see it most days
As it chugs along in the parking lot
Spewing exhaust
Carbon emissions
It has two doors
One is white

The other one is a red that doesn't match the rest of the car

I see it most days
And it blows my mind
How is this thing still running?
Well
It is
A beatermobile

And I'm sure it has a story to tell
And its story now

I don't know how it runs
But it does
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
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