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Freedom

by Shayla R Cakes

Two tons of steel and rubber
Fluid motions, and clicky brakes.
No longer being forced to work the horrendous
Six to Close shift.
No longer being forced to wait around for a ride.
Driving to and from maple lake
Decorated with stickers, incence and mardi-gras beads.
Blaring Tool and Spice Girls without a care

She calls it a car
But I call it freedom.

06/30/2003

Posted on 06/30/2003
Copyright © 2025 Shayla R Cakes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/06/03 at 05:59 AM

Hi Elyse, Good one. yes, their great to get & about. And a pain if needing fix, expenives, etc. Good & great to have. Jean

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