| Plastic flowers on the highway. |
| Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away.
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| Had to pass it on my way to where I’z going. |
| For the next few minutes,
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| I drove a little slower.
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| Them, M.A.D.D. |
| mothers couldn’t help him. |
| He was sober, it was Sunday.
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| He was full of good home cooking when he crashed the savior’s door.
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| Plastic flowers on the highway. |
| A greasy spot on the asphalt for a while.
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| Every morning, new babies being born, who’ll do the best they can to hang
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| around a little while.
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| My community service had me working for the county
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| Cutting grass on the off-ramps and medians and such.
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| Every quarter mile or so, stands a brand new reminder
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| Another traffic death in town. |
| Something new to cut around.
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| Crashed out on the highway. |
| Plastic cross and a plastic bouquet.
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| Paramedics in the by-stander's gaze.
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| Plastic flowers on the highway. |
| Bits of glass for the machine to sweep away.
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| Had to pass it on my way to where I’z going.
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| For the next few minutes I drove a little slower. |