The Red Corvette

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One morning while reading the 
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paper, in search of a new set of 
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The classifieds had a most curious 
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ad in their listing of automobiles
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I read in suspicious amusement 
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what seemed like a great stroke of 
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luck
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"Corvette Stingray," it said, "low 
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mileage, bright red, '83 model -- 
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sixty-five bucks"


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Well I was used to my newspaper's 
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typos, still I called up that 
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number straightway
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"'Bout that '83 'Vette -- have you 
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sold the thing yet?"  She said, 
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"No, you're my first call today"
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I said, "There's been some mistake
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 in the paper, they've printed 
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the price wrong somehow"
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"Oh, no," replied she, "they got 
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that from me."  I said, "Don't 
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sell that car, I'm leaving now"


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Well her address was in the part of
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 the city where I'd ventured just 
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one time or two
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Where the doctors, bank presidents,
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 and lawyers are residents, and the
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 houses are massive and new
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As I drove up her half-a-mile 
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driveway,     there in the heat 
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of the day
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In the sunlight it gleamed, the 
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car of my dreams -- just 
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sixty-five dollars away


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Well the interior was done in of 
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white leather, it had a 587 V-8
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Gull wingspan doors, Hurst 
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four-on-the-floor, and the 
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8-channel tape deck was great
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There was chrome on the chrome on 
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the fenders   An aerodynamic design
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A bar, a TV, and it was bogglin' 
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to me that for sixty-five bucks it 
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was mine


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Well I expected that this woman 
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was crazy,   to sell off this car
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 at that price
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But as we walked down the lane she 
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seemed perfectly sane -- she was 
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charming and really quite nice
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And she smiled in such great 
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satisfaction   as she handed me 
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title and keys
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I said, "I've just got to know why 
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you've let this thing go -- what's 
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wrong with this car, tell me, 
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please?"


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Said she, "I'll be sixty come 
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Tuesday,   and I've lived here 
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with my husband Earl
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After thirty years wed, and 
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without a word said, he left me 
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for a young teenage girl
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With his credit cards left here 
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behind him, I knew that he 
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couldn't get far
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Last night from Florida he sent a 
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wire to me, said, 'I need money, 
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dear -- sell the car!'"