Here is a poem I wrote today.
The Car Door
By Melody Beerbower, 1-22-14
Sometimes I wonder
If my car is quite sound
If the people who built it
Knew their way 'round.
Sometime I think
They weren't all there
And there's something that's wrong
That I'll have to repair.
For whenever I open
The door of my car
A little light tells me
The door is a jar.
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