Poem: Lotus Elan 2+2.
Lotus Elan 2+2.
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Just sitting here
Listening to the rain
Pouring down outside
I hear the cars going by,
Little bubbles against the storm.
I remember similar nights
When I was a young girl
And I can still smell the new leather
In a bright red Lotus Elan 2+2.
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