Day 22- What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.

Full of power, firm in its place.

Always leaves behind some type of trace.

A deep sound or dark tire tracks.

Too big to fall inside a crack.

A roar that scares, makes me hit the gas pedal.

For my driving at that point would never get a medal.

-M.A. Fernández

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