Auto Negligence

Auto negligence, sometimes it's life well spent. For me, I've been through it with and without a cent. Gather together my auto, from tin roof to tires aloof. Don't gut the insides, not trying to sound like a spoof. I cried from the pain , after the rain. The raindrops were like sweat pouring from my brain I can't see because of the lights in front of me. Darkness i can't see, please let me foresee.

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