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Feb 2011
The headlights are coming at me,

I thought that they might stop,

but suddenly it hits me,

truly like a rock.

Down I go, lights are out,

here I lay, what was that about?

When I regain my senses & ask around,

the medic informs me

someone tried to warn me.

Now here i lay, all drugged up,

whole body hurts, waiting for the nurse.

I ask her to help, this is just my luck.

Guess you shouldn't play chicken with a Chevy truck.



"He will never **** you, but he will save your life if you allow him to."
Sarah Alana Cayton
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