Tag Archives: They’re free
They’re free . . . yay!
You can get parts that are official,
They’re blue. So sensational!
If it’s caused to bleed, I can get in.
Is it for someone? Is it paid?
For so what? By a cad? Poor guy.
You buy . . . could buy me?
This example, a poem, an old SUV,
All in all, funked, downed for a Pontiac
squat. What’d you call, Buick?