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[aid] => mick
[title] => LIMITED EDITION
[time] => 2007-01-20 21:02:05
[hometext] => To those of vintage years..
[bodytext] => I remember when you first pulled out of the show room. Many have been on that road you are about to take. Many are waiting behind you Eager,anxious,nervous,excited. Wanting to know just how your trip was before they take theirs. You let them know that no two trips are the same. You've missed a few exits,and made some wrong turns. The dark tunnels,the crossed bridges,and the burnt bridges. Isn't that what it's all about? The pot holes,the bumbs,the up hill,and the cruise control. You've kept your chasse looking good,and things aren't looking so bad under the hood. Sure the engine's old,but it's still pumping. You been around the block a few times,and they don't make them like you anymore. '58?-If you want a halfway decent running '58,you got to go to Cuba. Considering the age,the paint job looks well preserved. Not a scratch,no big ones at least. You've gone many a mile,but there is still more road to travel. Like those before you,and those who follow you, you seek a road to enlightenment. At times it feels more like a road to nowhere. You look back at what you surpassed. What you've lost,and what you've gained. The dark tunnels,the crossed bridges,and the burnt bridges. Your green book value hasn't depreciated much. Even when your motor stops-you'll still be worth something to someone. Your a one and only,Limited edition... [comments] => 0 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 21 [informant] => tawakwan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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