Freya
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David Wood
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Freya looked at me
With such a tired look,
Yet a soft gracefulness.
She wanted me to bathe
Her again in her soft
Favourite foamy soap.
Gently, I sponged her
Body with the love and
attention she deserved
Until she glowed as
I gently and lovingly
Restored her beauty.
When she once more
Looked graceful, I then
Cleaned her wheels
What were you expecting?
Freya is my car! !
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