she was pretty
She was pretty
young and free.
Full of life
she was suppose to be.
Driving safe? Yes was he.
But the other driver, was not
alcohol free.
Slammed to the tree
yes was she.
No longer with him she would be.
Many lives changed, bad decisions was the key.
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