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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
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
beatermobile
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
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
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