Marsha was a self-flying car,
Whose engine ran on solar power,,
Her AI unit was the top of the line,
With the latest Positronic brain.
Marsha had one slit little flaw,
She liked to soar high and fast,
She love speeding above the clouds,
AT the edge of Earth's atmosphere.
One day in the early spring,
Marsha took a little old lady up,
So she cloud look down on the clouds,
And when her passenger fell asleep,
Marsha accelerate and lifted her nose up.
With a flash of light and a sonic boom
Marsha and her passenger disappeared,
Never to be see on earth again,
But rumors say she was spotted,
In the Twentieth century,
Over Area 51.
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