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My Automare
You truly are my automare
My four-wheeled bankruptcy
My fuel-injected money pit
Made from steel and reformed shit
A velour upholstered credit card hit
Five gears of utter hell
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We got off to the worst of starts
And it went downhill from there
Grinding brakes and groaning springs
Ropey tyres and front wheel spins
These are a few of my least favourite ...
Wednesday 4th September 2013 5:32 pm
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