Noice.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) December 4, 2022
Who said—“A vast and trunkless shred of car
Stands in the desert. Near it, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered grille lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command…
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My name is 1925ish Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost, Car of Kings;
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) December 4, 2022
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
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*with apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley