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[sid] => 136037
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Road hog
[time] => 2007-07-18 00:31:26
[hometext] => I got the idea for this poem when I was watching a TV show yesterday.
[bodytext] => Because of a road hog, my son is dead. He was only fifteen and now he has no more years ahead. I was trying to drive my dying son to the hospital on that horrible day. A man in front of me in an Oldsmobile wouldn't get out of the way. I honked my horn time after time but he wouldn't let me pass. I just saw his car at a diner and I'm going to kick his ***. The doctors said if I had gotten my son there sooner, he wouldn't have died. I'm going to go in this diner and invite that piece of trash outside. He'll be in a wheelchair when I'm done. He should be dead instead of my son. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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