Ode to a Dirty Car
The salt, dirt and grime
it is a true crime.
My navy blue baby
is so dirty is it driving my crazy.
Can barely see out the windows
I am constantly reacting to shadows.
Oh when , oh when when the temperatures rise
so it can be washed and dried?
An original poem by WITI Community Gal
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