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Drive

Contributed by mia on Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 03:36:13 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Sally went to sleep
Sally heard a knock on the door at three am
Her mum fell to the ground & bursted into tears
"My baby" Sallys mum yelled

Two hours before.......

The group of teenagers
Young & drunk
Steped into that 1975 Holden to drive
Drunk & furious
The group of 5 started to speed
FASTER & FASTER & FASTER

Sallys sister never woke again
Sallys sister died two hours before
the other 4 got away & survived

Sallys mum was told that the car flipped
Sallys sister was not wearing a seatbelt
Sallys sister was driving & was drunk

The mistake of a teenager
The mistake that hurt
The mistake that can't be forgiven
Was when she lost her life.




Copyright © mia ... [ 2005-01-30 03:36:13]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Drive (User Rating: 1 )
by fielding88 on Sunday, 6th February 2005 @ 12:56:49 AM AEST
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Nice write. You had good intentions by writing this poem. Get this out to as many of your friends as u can. The more who hear this the better. Great write.


Re: Drive (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 18th February 2006 @ 03:17:06 PM AEST
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this is great...maybe not the best poetic write...but you still get your point across and that's all that matters.

i love it

- Beth -


Re: Drive (User Rating: 1 )
by Drapes on Friday, 10th March 2006 @ 10:09:43 PM AEST
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Um...it's different. You sorta put a message into a poem but it works! Good write and good topic.
-Drapes




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