I saw a Volvo for sale for £300 today
outside a swanky refit McDonald's
all blue and chrome, without a home
square as an old 70s coffee table.
A thought ran-by-me it's in good nick.
Considering its age. Then I thought?
It's younger than me fewer miles
fewer nicks' no, grey upholstery.
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