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THE CARWASH
Going through the carwash can be quite a
funny thing,
Many spooky ideas to your mind it
can bring,
Waving tentacles from beasts from beneath
the sea,
Then mists of darkness flows cloudy
and free.
Massive brushes come at you from all over
the place,
Then a gigantic arm that seems to want to hit you
in the face.
Quite an adventure especially if you are just a
little kid,
Many shrieks and nervous giggles cannot
be hid.
Not as good as Wonderland but much cheaper
by far
And at the end of it at least you get a nice
clean car.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 2 July 2006
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