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by Jon May 11, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
My family is a car. It takes all parts to make it work, and discussion to prevent tar. My dad is the engine. Without him, we go nowhere. The front of the car, he is in. My mom is the steering wheel, that always keeps us going the right way. She always points to a great deal My sister is the radio. She always keeps us informed, and tells us where we should go. I am the tire. I keep us moving up the hill to go higher. In all these ways and more, my family is a car. To work, it takes all four.