Sunday, September 19, 2010

the old white mazda 8

The hot sunny day
The white old Mazda takes
There is no complaint
It is just life on the open road
The years gone quickly
The young maiden turns grey
The spotted rust the aging game
The painter will do the patch up dame
The two black dogs sniffing
On her wheels smelling of burning tyres
As what dogs will not forget in pursuit
The dogs urine on her wheels; sign post of a journey
The old white Mazda
Alone on her own parking bay
Outside the garden she waits her day
Of the sun or the moon is nature's game

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