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Saturday, May 10, 2014

Villanelle, by Matthew

For years the boy dreamed of a car.
A dream he carried deep in his soul.
His mind was determined. He traveled far.

Four black tires to make it roll.
Watch out for the coppers out on patrol.
For years the boy dreamed of a car.

He saved for his car. He could see his goal.
His very own Peach Pass to skip past the toll.
His mind was determined. He traveled far.

When he turned 16 he was “gettin’ real ‘ol.”
He’d saved five thousand dollars in his secret hole.
For years the boy dreamed of a car.

And he finally bought his beloved Kia Soul.
Then he blasted his favorite rock and roll.
His mind was determined. He traveled far.

When one day did the tragic bell toll.
He drove his car straight into a hole.
For years the boy dreamed of a car.

His mind was determined. He traveled far.

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