Mitsubishi Eclipse Photographer

Shabrov M.

Probably soon we have forgotten how to walk
Already the habit of driving in our lives
Go on foot just two steps tormented
One hundred kilometers on car does not count
Motor roar sounds like music to us
As we inhaled the aroma of gasoline
What we need highway strip narrow
Yes spare parts treasured shop
For us, the car was created
But other times have come
Day and night we crawl under the car
We serve her so she went
Cars cars
literally all flooded
There where age-old lay in dust
His track left the car