The Rolling Cars
They rolled around on,
Tires of rubber,
Yet they move so fast.
Could the tires ever last.
They carried humans to and for,
In their lovely interior,
Yet could they,
Speed like lightning?
Rolling cars, oh rolling cars,
I wish you were all mine.
What a parking lot I would need,
To keep them all in line.
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