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Zackery Schaadt

Lima, Ohio

Through The Eyes Of A Car

Would it kill you to care for me?
Check the fluids once a week?
I need oil as you need water.
Is premium fuel too much to ask?
It’s hard on my engine when you floor it.
Try not to spin the tires.
It’s like when you get a rash.
That’s no fun.
Treat me nicely.
At 170,000 miles, I’m getting old.
Take some care.
Zackery Schaadt
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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Nathaniel Mladenovic 12 March 2012
zack your car cant spin the tires even if you tried
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