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Nov 2014
Oh the sound of a wintry crash
Killing three in its way
Slippery roads and a yarn-made rash
Why did I wake up today?

Hear the sounds of the tires squealing
The sounds of screams in the wind
Feel as nature takes its killing
Destroying all that you've been
Ann Nicole
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