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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Buying a Car</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanted a car when I wearied of walking.<br>With savings in hand, I left home to peruse.<br>The dealer was helpful, bright-eyed and fast-talking.<br>He offered two models from which I could choose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first looked immaculate, surfaces gleaming, <br>compared to the other, defaced by a scratch.<br>&quot;The price is the same&quot;, said the car dealer, beaming.<br>I deemed him unscheming, so asked &quot;What's the catch&quot;? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He mumbled and hemmed as he opened each bonnet.<br>I missed all his words, for the squeak of the hood.<br>While first engine, seamless, had no mark upon it, <br>the other was patchwork of iron and wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first car, he promised, would cause me no worry, <br>the makers long trusted with local renown.<br>He offered a test drive, said &quot;No need to hurry, <br>as long as you stay within limits of town&quot;.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took up the offer and signed on a paper.<br>The engine was purring and swift to respond.<br>But being a person who's fond of a caper, <br>I passed the town's limits and ventured beyond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From then on the engine desisted from purring.<br>It coughed a smoke hairball and came to a halt.<br>The dealer arrived with a tow-truck, incurring<br>a fee charged to me since he judged it my fault.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He frowned and seemed puzzled, said &quot;If you must ramble, <br>the other car's needed for leaving our town.<br>I have to inform, you'd be taking a gamble.<br>It's not a smooth ride and it sometimes breaks down&quot;.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I nodded and said &quot;I accept the conditions&quot;, <br>then paid him in dollars and signed in the space.<br>And that was beginning of my expeditions<br>which took me here, there and all over the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dealer told true, there are frequently glitches<br>with rattles and rumbles and things that go ping.<br>Mechanics repair it with staples and stitches, <br>or bright shiny gadgets or widgets or string.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I sometimes pass towns where the locals are driving<br>their own perfect models which never give strife.<br>Though bound to their towns, they appear to be thriving, <br>but this car will do, for a wandering life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Diane+Hine">Diane Hine</a><div class=q>
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With savings in hand, I left home to peruse.
The dealer was helpful, bright-eyed and fast-talking.
He offered two models from which I could choose.

The first looked immaculate, surfaces gleaming, 
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