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Oct 2017
The cars racing fast
Don’t notice until the crash
Stops them in their tracks

A crowd gathers fast
The whistle of a car horn
Nothing good can last

A life ended soon
Too much was lost, gone by noon
As car tires squeal
a haiku poem I wrote for our school Poetry unit
Written by
Tori Schall  16/F
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