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Middle of the road
She did not like excesses
Preferred always the middle way
The Middle of the Road.
That's where she swirved that fateful day in May
Tired of the bland color of her non-existence
Choosing well and then driving
With her eyes closed
Ignoring the hunks and the screams
As she was met head on
By the incoming truck
Preferred always the middle way
The Middle of the Road.
That's where she swirved that fateful day in May
Tired of the bland color of her non-existence
Choosing well and then driving
With her eyes closed
Ignoring the hunks and the screams
As she was met head on
By the incoming truck
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