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Friday, 14 August 2020

A Monaro Muscle Car Poem


Rumbling beneath the hood

Tires squealing through corners

Canary painted Monaro blur




Posted by Ggg at 00:47
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Labels: car, haiku, monaro, muscle car, poem

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