Being a gas station poem

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Write a poem about being at a gas station
Filling Station by Elizabeth Bishop
This little filling station,
Oil-soaked, oil-permeated
To a disturbing, over-all
Black translucency.
Be careful with that match!
Father wears a dirty,
Oil-soaked monkey suit
That cuts him under the arms,

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