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Turning and turning in the widening gyre The engine knocks; the driver cannot hear; Things fall apart; the head gasket cannot hold; Mere smoke is loosed upon the highway, A cloud of burning oil is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of reliability is drowned; The best lack all mechanical skill, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity, pointing at the block. Surely some rescue is at hand; Surely the Tow Truck is at hand. The Tow Truck! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of *Hanes Manuals* Troubles my sight: somewhere in a patch of asphalt A shape with body of a sedan and the head of a lemon, A gaze blank and pitiless as the roadside sun, Is moving its slow wheels, while all about it Reel shadows of the frantic mechanics. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of smooth combustion Were vexed to nightmare by a clicking starter, And what rough jalopy, its tow hook dragging at last, Slouches towards the auto shop to be born? #CarTroubleASongOrPoem #hashtagGames