That old squeaky car
Chapter two
It felt like we were always moving.
Sometimes we laid back, enjoyed a back-seat glass of wine
But the car never stopped, it took us where we wanted to
go and to what we didn't know we had to see.
Walter leaned back and laughed.
"we are sliding again"
The hand break was on, but the road was just to steep.
And that old squeaky car had to keep on moving.
That was his prerogative.
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