Where do those cars
traveling on the highway go?
Do they eventually turn
& drive back
to the dirt road?
The blue car
is headed to its home
in the countryside
far away from
the bustling city
A white mustang cobra
speeds by with ease
the driver not
looking back
for his home
will be elsewhere
A lone black van
with a cheerful family
carries them
to their destination
where they make
unforgettable memories
that the girl will recall always
when the fun disappears
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