Car Poem by chris bowen
Car
scar.the baby are.the baby fed fish in a tank now all dead.the red runs over.the night, go know her.tow her car with a body in the trunk.i love to watch the brady bunch.i have a hunch, iraq was guilty, obama dont, will he kill me? line up your shot.give me all you got.the flower pot knows now, when i go around town, they go, and the spirits know, here comes my ghost show.
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