two hundred thou – September 15

9.15

we do maintenance

on the old car, bicycle,

body.

 

At two hundred thou

everything needs a

checkover

 

and every system shows

its age.

 

lube those parts that

didn’t used to crink.

they do now and so do we.

 

maintenance at two hundred

thou. we all hope to get there.

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