By the road one cold, frosty night,
Some teenagers stood, awaited for a friend
Getting ready to party

Only a few miles away, their friend had gone
But hit by a drunk ever so suddenly
Into a telephone poll,flipping numerous times
Decapated the friend

The teens still stood out by the road
Not to know their friend would never come
Untill the next day, the phone call came

The party, became a funeral
All because of a drunk driver.




 
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