by Sheri Fresonke Harper

Created on: April 13, 2009

My car coughed and choked, groaning up the hill,

I clenched my fists and said "come on, come on,

"don't die on me in this traffic", don't tunr me into road kill.

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And sure enough my old jalopy, coughed and choked

and made it up the hill where the traffic light turned red

and choked off once more and stopped good and dead.

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The cars behind me honked and swerved around me.

And made gestures that I really didn't want to see.

I tried the ignition and all I got back was wheeze, wheeze.

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Sure that I was dead for sure, I found myself surprised

to see the hitchhiker I passed below walking up to my side

and knocking on the window and saying "hey, give me a ride."

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All I could do is laugh, and offer up empty hands,

I wasn't going anywhere and together we both could stand

Looking beneath the hood of my car that wasn't very grand.

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He had sharp eyes and a cunning mind and asked me to find a rock,

I scratched my head and and wondered if it was my head he would sock,

but no, when I handed it over it was my battery that felt the rock.

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"Your cable slipped, it's fallen off, there, that shall do the trick."

I tried to start again and my car no longer sounded sick,

He peeked in the window and said, what do you say, my name's Rick.

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Well, I couldn't surely deny him though he didn't look very clean.

So we traded favors that day and no trouble did it every mean.

And I found that giving a ride would be the last that Rick was seen.

So have a foundness for hitchhikers though their smell is really mean.

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