Rubáiyát of a Motor Car
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By Carolyn Wells 3 Jul, 2020
Brief Extract: Wake! For the “Honk,” that scatters into flight The Hens before it in a Flapping Fright,   Drives straight up to your Door, and bids you Come Out for a Morning Hour of Sheer Delight! Come, fill the Tank, adjust ... Read more
Brief Extract: Wake! For the “Honk,” that scatters into flight The Hens before it in a Flapping Fright,   Drives straight up to your Door, and bids you Come Out for a Morning Hour of Sheer Delight! Come, fill the Tank, adjust the Valve and Spring, Your Automobile Garments 'round you Fling;   The Bird Of Time wants but to get away; (I think that name’s a rather Clever Thing!) And as the Corkscrew drawing out the Cork, I crank my Car and try to make it work.   You know how little while we have to Ride; And once departed, may go to New York. Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Car shall jerk or sweetly run,   The Wine of Life is in a Motor Trip, (Though all the Parts keep breaking One by One!) Less
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Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 – March 26, 1942) was an American writer and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey, she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower Fifth Avenue Hos...
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