Did someone say Poetry!?
When I blink, dim, then mine eyes don’t see,
A flash, was it my thoughts or eyes that looked on thee?
‘Twas a Boxster for all things highly respected,
Darkly bright, wildly fast, city streets directed;
To the clear day this Boxster shines a different light,
Thou building shadows do not make this Porsche less bright;
How would I say, mine eyes be blessed made,
Glossy black nine-eight-six racing through shadow’s shade;
How could thy shadows form such a beautiful show?
When to sunglass eyes thy shade shines stunningly so!
Behold, tis thee Boxster in the living day,
Through shade thy bright shine doth stay!
A blink, a moment, a Boxster mine eyes no longer see,
Ah, but closed eyes will always see bright when this Porsche memory shows thee to me.
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Jäger
300K Mile Club
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