Tires

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Very seldom do I get to go to a salon

or even a spa.

I travel so many miles,

so very far.

You wash me and even rotate me,

every once and a while.

Seldom am I released from under the weight

of the full figured body that I tow.

You dress me up with fancy rims,

and fill me up when I get low.

If I get flat, I’ll be replaced,

so you can go.

You recycle me

when you don’t need me anymore.

Then I become everything from a jungle gym

to a basement floor.

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