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My Hidden Voice

A Lesson Never Learned

The dots along the road became a line,
The poles along the side became a fence,
By driving fast I didn't see the sign,
The cliffs that lie ahead were quite immense.

Panic - screams - bush and trees,
Bounced and tossed, and
Thrown about,
Please make this whole thing stop.

I tried to make it back up to the road,
And when I did, I knew I'd be all right,
I hit the gas and headed on my way,
The dots along the road became a line.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

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