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No rattle remains,
Not even a twitching tail,
And that's how fast it can
happen,
A road disrespectfully built,
Stretching across the only
territory
the innocent
had ever known,
So suddenly and mercilessly
taking its
life in concert
with a set of Michelins.
My sister believes they're
all
just 'seepin,'
but
we all know better,
that small still smile
Is really all about knowing
where they're
going
when the rubber hits
...any of us critters.
John 3:16-18 |
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