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INDICATOR FLUID PART 4
NO END TO PROBLEMS
There seems to end to indicator fluid problems
you meet every day,
But this morning as we drove the most unusual
sight came our way,
Traffic was heavy, stop and go along Lake Shore,
hurried you couldn’t be.
Then the car in front of us was a puzzle and
made us quite merry.
I’ll try and explain the indicators actions
in a few words tell
How they first blinked left then right, then
again, then both came on, well
You can imagine our thoughts , then it happened
the same all over again,
What that car wanted to do to us, you’ll agree
was not at all plain.
To take off and fly from the mess was the only
thing that came to mind,
That was impossible even if it had wings no
take off room could it find.
Frustrated fingers was the only answer I
am quite sure of that,
For most indicator fluid could behave that way
it usually knows where it’s at.
So please if there is a mechanic that ever reads
my poetry at all.
If you have an answer let me know soon before
I climb the wall.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 23 April 2004
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