Corona Car Wash Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Corona Car Wash
While they are washing my tumbledown car,
I run through my old memories.
Then someone mutters inside me;
'Hey! Penpusher you must be proud of yourself
I remember you never had even a push bicycle of your own
Now you'll be all right there.'
Then I said; 'Thanks brother, still I didn't find the Aladdin's wonderful lamp to help others.
This's only a regular not a luxury wash my friend.'
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