There was a guy,
Who was kind of shy;
He met a good person,
But wasn't certain;

They met again,
And became good friends;
They ate and talked,
And went for a walk;

He drove his friend home at night,
But ran a red light;
Bright lights flashed,
There was a crash;

Swoosh! Went the flames,
Then help came;
But it was too late,
For one life didn't escape;

He became mad,
And was very sad;
For it was the end
For his good friend.
 
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