Michael--
Yep, you got the motives right.
I'd say more, but it's late at night.
David--
The car was huge and made an awful racket--
But hey, I'm in a fairly low tax bracket.
Rose--
The car croaked; it was crushed in a junkyard
And is mere memory. My mother trashed it
When the engine ended its efforts at turning
Or firing (or fuck-all). Its fate was grim,
But it lived a good life, its legacy assured.
[This message has been edited by Quincy Lehr (edited July 25, 2006).]
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