Danfo
In a flash, She swift along the path of life. Giving no eye to any seeming trash. In a struggle for destruction-like life. 'Are you going my way? ' She picks up a passanger and a passanger picks her up. She smiles hard imprisoning the affection of her prey, And gives signals to the conductor with her sensitive make up. In a trash, She refills the tank of her curiosity. Driving her prey harshly like a starch, She squeeze luxury out of her folly. After the match, She re-dresses and picks her way without delay. 'Where is my money? ' the conductor speak out harsh. Being satisfied, she directs her steps to resume the usual relay. After the search, She head back to her source. With smiles written all over her countenance, She put off her fake colour like torch. She flashes back the preceeded events, It seems her tyre are now pumply flat. Her overuse rim decides to relent, Which murders her hope of tomorrow's contract. She parks herself still o...