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Contributed by
D-Day
on
Wednesday, 15th January 2003 @ 01:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Your driving down the road,
With the music blaring,
And the wind in your hair.
Crusing down the road,
Without a care in the world,
Until there is a loud noise,
And your blinded by the bright sun.
You look around and notice
That it is two in the morning,
And that the bright sunlight,
Was really the headlight of another car.
You run out to see what happened,
But it is to late.
Your hear sirens in the distance,
But you can see nothing.
People stop they're cars,
And run over to help,
But everyone runs past you,
As if you weren't even there.
You turn around towards you car
And see someone sitting in it.
You start to walk toward your car,
But then you jump back in horror.
You see yourself,
Bloody and dead,
And in your lap is
And empty bottle of vodka
Copyright ©
D-Day
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2003-01-15 01:40:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: No Title
(User Rating: 1 ) by kolbrun on
Thursday, 23rd January 2003 @ 07:34:04 AM AEST (User
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i have to say i really like this one...i usually try and find something constructive to say (just cos i think it's more useful!) but there i can't think of a decent one for this! thanks! |
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