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Mar 2022
The first time I drove, it was in a parking lot.
I remember the damage of mowing the curb blocks.
And how my father, with his head held in his hands,
Didn't even bother to to scold in reprimand,
But, instead, he reached to give me a high fiver,
It was then I pled that I was now a driver.
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     Reverie and Harriet Maguire
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