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  Jun 2017 Leann Lackey
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
Leann Lackey Jun 2017
Close by her side he paused to stand, as he took the class ring off her hand.                
All who were watching dared not to speak, as a lonely tear rolled down his cheek.
Family and friends broke out in tears, as he whispered "I Love You" into her ear.
All thru his mind the memories ran, the moments they shared walking hand and hand.
Now her hands were so terribly cold, he never again will have her to hold.
Looking back at that horrible ordeal, she wasn't as sober as she thought she'd feel.
They all said goodnight, and she went on her way, now such a tradegy they all pray.
As soon as the wind started to blow, they lowered her casket into the snow.
Too many people carry the pain, of a lost loved one who had nothing to gain.
Friends don't let friends drink and drive!  **Leann Lackey

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