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Oct 2013
the road was closed
and there was an accident.
a bad ****** accident.
where blood was hanging on their faces.

Sadly I didn’t feel anything
someone’s family was dead
and I was listening to the radio, bored, ******.
thinking about how this
accident happened.,
and the road closed.

but we got through an hour later.
life returned to normal
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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