Alas, poor car, you did me no wrong!
If we forged a spiritual bond,
I broke it that February day.
Was I woolgathering or was his light
out? No mind. Spilt milk. Misdeed done.
I never knew the freedom you brought
me until the day we parted on
Route 7. O my Toyota Matrix
2003, how I miss you! I’m sorry.
I can see how one can get attached to all kinds of things animate or inanimate. Best wishes. I am sorry for your loss.
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Thank you kindly!
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