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Aug 2016
Drive my car slowly
A car made to last
The engine purrs like a cat
But the exhaust gives off a blast
Turning heads on the high street
As the smoke engulfs the air
Pedals are sticking like glue
My neighbours stop and stare
The boot suddenly flies open
And my door drops to the floor
Headlights start to flicker
This car is running no more
Kick the tyres in frustration
Slam the hood in anger
Then the wheel trim rolls away
I've bought myself a banger
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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