Summer Cars
An endless stream of summer cars
Puts me in a mood for unnamed hills
Only local skies and local stars
Completely lacking the seasonal pills
I am not looking for land never tread
Nor landscapes alien and unread
Or wild and completely un-bred
But where only locals impose their tread
Of course I would be a tourist there
So I am at a loss as to what to do
For it would not be fair
Me in a summer car to hove into view
For another vacation frontier to fall
Under my wandering wheel
That, that would not do at all
Nor would it sate what I wish to feel
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