Window

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Where my clunker use to stay,

the Windex Blue paint was chipping,

the old oil stain to mark my parking spot,

and every dent was accounted for.

My mailbox, leaning half over

from many times of failed attempts of backing up.

There is no car today,

my baby is missing.

I have been missing my car,

even though i wasn't the nicest,

I sometimes talked meanly about him.

It should be a joyous summer night,

but for me,

there is no delight.

Just make sure you stop at that sign,

because one wrong turn

can leave you at a dead end