CrashTwo cars, two people,
Complete strangers to each other.
One smells of drink,
The other just wants to get home.
A dark road, the victim of a
Late January night snowstorm.
The moon shrouded by the clouds
Occasionally peering through the gaps.
Neither could see the other,
Not until that turn,
And when they did,
It was too late.
Two cars, two people,
Complete strangers to each other
Met on that snowy January night
When they crashed.
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