Perhaps a bright blue roadster,
Call it a Fiat, at that time useful
With a bit of rust, a divot here and there,
In those days the top
Was always down, and
Sometimes it all made perfect sense
And sometimes it didn’t,
So it goes, so it goes, life
Is like that.
Still, those roads were so sweet,
Calling you, and I can see you
Laughing.
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