buckle up and best of luck
look out for those high tension cables
chevy pickup truck
you cannot leap like the deer
white lines on frozen concrete
come and go like the wind
exposing black ice and bruised souls
occasionally wooden crosses
appear out of nowhere
adorned with garlands and playthings
digital readerboards overhead
count the number of dead
recently reset on january first
march two thousand seventeen
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