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Every car that came up behind it as we go down Cajon Pass

Had changed lanes as predicted.

As all four cars changed lanes at the same time,

Heard the screech of another car’s tires

Witnessed it release smoke

As it went fishtailing millimeters away from what could have been a disastrous accident.

Though the gauges in my car are still on the blink,

My senses tell me to slow down

And give you space to further avoid all that,

Leaving you — and me — another day to live.

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