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The Journal of A. Paige White Friday 13 shake up
04/13/2007 06:44 p.m.
I'll be working on this one a while...
Year Two Thousand Seven
April (Four) oh please enable
Friday (oh no!) One Three
The morning Charity went into labor
I topped the hill onto the plane
and gasped at a sudden wreck
of a nameless, unknown neighbor
Gripped by fierce tears in fervent prayer
--- Angels, are you with me?
--- Angels! Are you there?!?
on my blithely tripping daily trek
In the crisp air the dust still churned
the tires were still spinning
as I drove up to the awful scene
a sedan in the median overturned
gone is my happy equanimity
in a sudden chilling calamity
hot and furious my eyes now burned
Jesus help!
I am currently Odd
I am listening to the birthday girl
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