The Red BMW

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The Red BMW,
A model from ’92,
Is showing a little rust,
But it still runs like new.

Its tried worn smooth,
By those who used it before.
Sometimes it seems like
It’s worth nothing anymore.

But I can see its value,
Something others seem to miss.

The more I drive it, the more I know,
There’s no other way to go.
This car is perfect, I finally see,
But is it really meant for me?

I went to the dealership the very next day,
Because it was time to take it away.
It looked so perfect under the 12 o’clock sun,
I finally knew this car was the one.





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