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The Ford is my auto, I shall not walk.
It maketh me to lie down beneath it.
It leaveth me stranded in deep waters.
It vexeth my soul.
It leadeth me in the path of ridicule
for its namesake.
Yea though I ride through the valleys,
I am towed up the hills.
I fear all evil, for my sparkeplug
corrodeth.
My rods and my bolts discomfort me.
It preparest a puncture in the
presence of trouble.
I anointest my hands with grease.
My radiator boileth over.
Surely curses and punctures
shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall plead before the Ford
in vain forever.
Birney Dibble
