The 67 Corvette Poem

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The '67 Corvette, a classic car,
A symbol of style, both near and far.
A sleek design, a beauty to behold,
With curves and lines, so vintage and bold.
A roaring engine, a V8's might,
Powerful and agile, a true delight.
A convertible top, to feel the breeze,
Cruising down the road, with effortless ease.
Chrome accents gleaming, a shiny grille,
The Corvette emblem, a mark of thrill.
Headlights glowing, like piercing eyes,
The '67 Corvette, a timeless prize.
Leather seats, snug and snug,
A cockpit of luxury, a driver's hug.
Gauges and dials, in perfect array,
A dashboard of nostalgia, from back in the day.
The '67 Corvette, a collector's dream,
A symbol of American automotive esteem.
A legend on wheels, a symbol of speed,
A classic beauty, that continues to breed.
From car shows to rallies, it turns heads,
A timeless classic, that never fades.
The '67 Corvette, a piece of history,
A legendary car, with a timeless mystery.