From: Christopher K F Say 
 
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>     DEATH OF AN INNOCENT
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>     I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
>     You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
>     I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
>     I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though
>     the others said I should.
>     I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
>     Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
>     as everyone is driving out of sight.
>
>     As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
>     Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
>     I started to drive away, Mom,
>     but as I pulled out into the road, the
>     other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
>     As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
>     the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
>     I'm lying here dying, Mom.  I wish you'd get here soon.
>
>     How could this happen to me, Mom?
>     My life just burst like a balloon.
>     There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
>     I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
>     I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
>     It was the others, Mom.  The others didn't think.
>     He was probably at the same party as I.
>     The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
>
>     Why do people drink, Mom?  It can ruin your whole life.
>     I'm feeling sharp pains now.  Pains just like a knife.
>     The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
>     I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
>
>     Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.  Tell Daddy to be brave.
>     And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave
>     Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
>     If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
>
>     My breath is getting shorter, Mom.  I'm becoming very scared.
>     Please don't cry for me, Mom.  When I needed you, you were always
>     there.
>     I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
>     I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
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>     Someone took the effort to write this poem.
>     So please, forward this to as many people as you can.
>     And see if we can get a chain going around the world that will
>     make people understand that drinking and driving don't mix.
>
>     TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE,
>     so please forward this letter to as
>     many people as you can.
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