Once we had a car,
that was the colour of silver grey.
Now this little car, who we called our jam jar,
just loved a rainy day.
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This is such a moving poem the sentiments towards your trusty vehicle.Aww what a sad ending.Love Duncan
Our car was called the Party Wagon. Back when little bitty cars were so popular, we were the only family who had a hugh gas hog, and all the teens could crowd into 'The Party Wagon.' When she died, a whole town of teenagers cried. I simply love this one! ! Scarlett