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This is a very unique and origional poem. It's not often you see someone write about driving down the road. I like the words that you used for your rhyme schemes too. Thanks for the read!
Why David! I do believe you are starting to sound like a dirty old man (only joking, of course). This was hilarious, just one funny and vivid metaphor after another. It's like watching a movie where you can't stop laughing The only criticism I could give is that it made my stomach hurt from laughing too much.
Our society is certainly in love with their cars! I remember fondly, my first car, a beauty - 1949 Dodge Coronet - a four-door sedan. I bought it for $100 (that's right - $100) in 1966 (I was 19 years old). All of us go through several cars in our lifetime...but it's the first car that we remember with great affection, usually.
In the mysterious world of dreams, a car is a symbol of life. If you ever dreamed of driving on a highway, speeding, driving the wrong way, running out of gas, engine trouble, etc, etc, then most likely, your mind is trying to tell you something about how you travel in the reads of life. I think your poem is a great metaphor for, life and how we live it. Very nicely done!
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