i enter this tire shop
along busy exit highway
they have four customer
before me, loud lamenting
about running over nails
where that came from anyway
i too run over one of them
i remember following work truck
pulling an open trailer loaded
with old lumber, metal sheets
when i heard this noise beneath
my rear panel, i thought bearing
went bad; like my previous car
this one is different by little bit
sure enough when i stop i look
i see metal screw buried deep
as big as corn kernel, at center
i went to buy my light lunch first
then i remember that shop before
tireman is so nice he deserve tip
i always go there for tire repair
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I would like to translate this poem
Generous of you to give up your lunch money in order to tip the repair man. An interesting tale of generosity even in the face of misfortune