Beverly hills dreaming poem...

In Beverly Hills, where the sun always glows,
A girl dreams of freedom, where the fast car goes.
With laughter and sunlight, she craves the open sky,
But first, she’s gotta hustle, gotta make that ride fly.

She’s counting the dollars, the pennies, the cents,
For a car that’ll take her to fun and events.
She’s chasing the moment, the thrill and the cheer,
A car full of friends, with no worries near.

In a world of luxury, she’s grinding for more,
Not just to show off, but to explore.
With a heart full of hope and ambition so bright,
She’s racing toward dreams, her future in sight.

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