Sitting bemused in my old stalled car near the beach,
Out where I could hear the surf and the sea gulls screech...
Looking up, I could see some swallows flying high,
Intricately tracing their farewell in the sky;
Thus I was left alone on the deserted strand,
Utterly without a comrade to lend a hand...
Dare I ask for "road assistance" for my old heart?
" Excuse me, Lord, but I need another jump-start!"
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