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Almost Almost

We were almost killed on the Freeway

My Father slammed on his breaks

I heard my Mother gasp

and brace herself

 

I was almost killed in the water

I kept my palms flat and far

I kept my feet on the salty tar

and wept

 

I've been known to have my fair share

of self-pity

and equity

No, he didn't keep

No, I didn't sleep

At all

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Written by
hana-grace-wiebe
Canadian
Published
Jul 19, 2011
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