Classic is the one term
To describe her sleek, lean, hungry
lines.
Michigan toiled long and hard
Perfecting her unique design
Which up 'til then had only hinted
At her moment, now unveiled;
Every curve and every point
Distinctly polished and detailed.
From her broad and toothy grin,
Which dared accentuate her eyes,
To her sharp foreboding fins
Casting illusions that she flies.
Many an hour I freely spent
Caressing her chassis to sparkling
gleam.
Many a mile she carried me gladly
Until we became an inseparable
team.
A passion between machine and man,
The likes of which had never been,
Grew up in 1957;
A year like we'll never see again.
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