To my sweet dear Angie.
Oh what a pansy.
You died after one collision.
Twas your mind a scatter?
When your windshield did shatter?
The owner shan't be forgiven.
For did she halt when it was expected,
Dearest Angie would not have ejected,
To the dark asphalt on the road underneath
No more shall be said.
My darling is dead.
And now I sit here in grief.








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