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DJ-KittenRawr Report | 08/15/2008 5:12 pm

YOU'VE GOT TO READ THIS























































































































































































































A Poem That Gives You Goosebumps...











































































































A drunken 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 loose her pinned hands,





















































she struggled to get free,











































































































But mangled metal held her fast





















































in grim captivity.











































































































Her frightened eyes 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 traveling alone,











































































































But when they turned to question her,





















































they discovered she was gone.











































































































Policemen saw her running wild





















































and screaming above the noise











































































































In beseeching 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.'

DJ-KittenRawr Report | 07/18/2008 7:15 am

Hi