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Apr 2017
Drunk driver killed me the car
My Engine faded away
I cannot enjoy the traffic
No more can I come out to play.
No more can I enjoy the speed,
A fool sat behind my wheel
Now I'm just a piece of scrap
It's not the proper way to feel.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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