The wind was howling
like a lonesome wolf,
Amber was heading home
late one night
from the hospital
when all of a sudden,
a drunk driver was driving
on her side of the road
she tried to swerve
but she was to late
the truck struck her that quiet night,
at eighteen she was to young to die
and that next night
the graveyard accepted its new innocent member
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