> > I think that I shall never scan > A poem lovely as a van-- > A Volksy van that gets me there, > And home again without a care. > I think that I have always ran Faster than my little van. That little bus, rose a fuss, And now I'm sitting on my can. It used to be my shiny coupe, Now it is a chicken coop. Then I bought myself a wrench, worked and worked and raised a stench. Now I'll eat this bowl of soup. I pushed and pulled and banged and pried, you'll never know how hard I tried. I sweat and swore and heaved and ho-ed, I'll never get this damn thing towed. I worked so hard I nearly cried. Then one day my work was done, Now my bus again can run. Forty and and forty nights, Someone please turn out the lights. Wasn't that a lot of fun? Wolf
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