Although you've served your time
I'd rather you weren't mine
When I hit that snow
You took the blow
Now You have a dent
Which would costs a pretty cent
The glass is cracked
Because you got wacked
And with one mirror missing
It leaves me wishing
For a new van
But not a new man
Although my trusty old car has done a fabulous job thus far, it doesn't mean I don't desire something a little shinier and with a bit more spice. Something like this van!
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