My First Ride Quickly Died Contest

The day I was liberated and free, After a hard summer job finally, I picked up my used, “new car” I did not park it that far Suddenly there was a catastrophe At sixteen, tears came pouring down my face Through the window I watched in sheer disgrace A man smashed into my baby I ran out of work CRAZY My Honda, short lived, was now a big mess. By: sabina nicole contest: my first ride