Sometimes always broken,
windshield getting near,
car on it's side,
lose your buzz after getting high,
riding down the spine of the gypsy in the fall,
accelerate thinking your beyond it all,
to your surprise it has not yet been,
from ditch to ditch and side to side,
the car thrown about like an amusement park ride,
yells of fright and a weary white light,
suddenly it all stops,
no sounds, no noise you could hear a pin drop,
is everyone ok ? are the first words to me muttered,
a yes here and yes there and soon all have recovered,
smelling the gas from the car on it's side,
passenger is I who is looking at the ground,
we are all out and looking around,
what could of happened is the thought to be found,
we all light up a smoke and then take a good look,
we almost became another statistic in the fatality book,
butt out the smokes and gather to one side,
we push the car over and begin a new ride....
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