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  Timeless Legend

My dad is an old muscle car.
He’s remained unchanged for 50 some years.
A little slow when shifting gears.
His outsides weathered.
His insides worn.
The same old sound when you hear his horn.
He creaks when he moves.
And takes time to start.
Under his hood lies his heart.
It’s old and dusty, looks like it’s done.
But when your with him you always have fun.

  Matt Ford
  Copyright © 2004 Matt Ford
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