>A poem to give you Goosebumps!
>
>
> A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
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> They said had run the light
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> That caused the six-car pileup
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> On 109 that night.
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>
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> When broken bodies lay about
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> And blood was everywhere,
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> The sirens screamed out eulogies,
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> For death was in the air.
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>
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> A mother, trapped inside her car,
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> Was heard above the noise;
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> Her plaintive plea near split the air:
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> Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
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>
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> She fought to loosen her pinned hands;
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> She struggled to get free,
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> But mangled metal held her fast
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> In grim captivity.
>
> .
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> Her frightened eye s then focused
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> On where the back seat once had been,
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> But all she saw was broken glass and
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> Two children's seats crushed in.
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>
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> Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
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> She did not hear them cry,
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> And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
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> Oh, God, don't let them die!"
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>
>
> Then firemen came and cut her loose,
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> But when they searched the back,
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> They found therein no little boys,
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> But the seat belts were intact.
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>
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> They thought the woman had gone mad
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> And was travelling alone,
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> But when they turned to question her,
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> They discovered she was gone.
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>
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> Policemen saw her running wild
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> And screaming above the noise
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> In beseechin g supplication,
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> "Please help me find my boys!
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>
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> They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
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> Their jeans are blue to match."
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> One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
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> And they don't have a scratch.
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>
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> They said their daddy put them there
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> And gave them each a cone,
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> Then told them both to wait for Mom
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> To come and take them home.
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>
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> But I can't find their dad.
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> I've searched the area high and low,
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> He must have fled the scene,
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> I guess, and that is very bad."
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>
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> The mother hugged the twins and said,
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> While wiping at a tear,
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> "He could not flee the scene, you see,
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> For he's been dead a year."
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>
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> Th e cop just looked confused and asked,
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> "Now, how can that be true?"
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> The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
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> And left a kiss for you."
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>
>
> He told us not to worry
>
> And that you would be all right,
>
> And then he put us in this car with
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> The pretty, flashing light.
>
>
>
> We wanted him to stay with us,
>
> Because we miss him so,
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> But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
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> And said he had to go.
>
>
>
> He said someday we'd understand
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> And told us not to fuss,
>
> And he said to tell you, Mommy,
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> He's watching over us."
>
>
>
> The mother knew without a doubt
>
> That what they spoke was true,
>
> For she recalled their dad's last words,
>
> "I will watch over you."
>
>
>
> The firemen's notes could not explain
>
> The twisted, mangled car,
>
> And how the three of them escaped
>
> Without a single scar.
>
>
>
> But on the cop's report was scribed,
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> In print so very fine,
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> An angel walked the beat tonight
>
> On Highway 109.
>
>
>
> A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
>
> They said had run the light
>
> That caused the six-car pileup
>
> On 109 that night.
>
>
>
> When broken bodies lay about
>
> And blood was everywhere,
>
> The sirens screamed out eulogies,
>
> For death was in the air.
>
>
>
> A mother, trapped inside her car,
>
> Was heard above the noise;
>
> Her plaintive plea near split the air:
>
> Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
>
>
>
> She fought to loosen her pinned hands;
>
> She struggled to get free,
>
> But mangled metal held her fast
>
> In grim captivity.
>
> .
>
> Her frightened eye s then focused
>
> On where the back seat once had been,
>
> But all she saw was broken glass and
>
> Two children's seats crushed in.
>
>
>
> Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
>
> She did not hear them cry,
>
> And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
>
> Oh, God, don't let them die!"
>
>
>
> Then firemen came and cut her loose,
>
> But when they searched the back,
>
> They found therein no little boys,
>
> But the seat belts were intact.
>
>
>
> They thought the woman had gone mad
>
> And was travelling alone,
>
> But when they turned to question her,
>
> They discovered she was gone.
>
>
>
> Policemen saw her running wild
>
> And screaming above the noise
>
> In beseechin g supplication,
>
> "Please help me find my boys!
>
>
>
> They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
>
> Their jeans are blue to match."
>
> One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
>
> And they don't have a scratch.
>
>
>
> They said their daddy put them there
>
> And gave them each a cone,
>
> Then told them both to wait for Mom
>
> To come and take them home.
>
>
>
> But I can't find their dad.
>
> I've searched the area high and low,
>
> He must have fled the scene,
>
> I guess, and that is very bad."
>
>
>
> The mother hugged the twins and said,
>
> While wiping at a tear,
>
> "He could not flee the scene, you see,
>
> For he's been dead a year."
>
>
>
> Th e cop just looked confused and asked,
>
> "Now, how can that be true?"
>
> The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
>
> And left a kiss for you."
>
>
>
> He told us not to worry
>
> And that you would be all right,
>
> And then he put us in this car with
>
> The pretty, flashing light.
>
>
>
> We wanted him to stay with us,
>
> Because we miss him so,
>
> But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
>
> And said he had to go.
>
>
>
> He said someday we'd understand
>
> And told us not to fuss,
>
> And he said to tell you, Mommy,
>
> He's watching over us."
>
>
>
> The mother knew without a doubt
>
> That what they spoke was true,
>
> For she recalled their dad's last words,
>
> "I will watch over you."
>
>
>
> The firemen's notes could not explain
>
> The twisted, mangled car,
>
> And how the three of them escaped
>
> Without a single scar.
>
>
>
> But on the cop's report was scribed,
>
> In print so very fine,
>
> An angel walked the beat tonight
>
> On Highway 109.
>
