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By Jack Joseph Smith
SASHATCHEWAN
Fast Cars
Each had a way of looking through junkyards
A piece there, and a place,
that would give you gone
Nothing to brag about,
when all of your songs,
and your deeds too;
took you way into the air
They used to tell girls
to leave them alone,
cause shotgun was not their problem
So following their creed
There was not a women,
when I kept it at
one hundred and sixty
I remember it keeping nonscience
out of staying alive
About it being good, look under the hood