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It happens

In my mirror, is it true?
Flashing red and flashing blue.
What have I done or maybe missed?
Bad day today and is he pissed?

Slowing down, I stop aside.
It's dark and murky starless night.
Papers, window, hands on wheel.
It's winter time, freezing chill.

Bright flash-light hits my eyeballs.
I hear the radio cracking calls.
Command voice gets to the spine,
I calm myself: "All will be fine".

Painfull waiting, thinking through,
What worse could happen? What I'll do?
Thanks Lord! A warning! So much luck!
Proceeding home but watching back.

Copyright: Sergel Craze

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