Freedom by Shayla R CakesTwo 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 © 2024 Shayla R Cakes
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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 |
Posted by Amanda L Marron on 09/01/03 at 05:08 PM how could you forget nkotb???? hehehehe, cars are very liberating.....i'm working for my license right now |
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