An average poem
It was at the railroad station where I met her
She was run over and almost dead
I wiped the blood from her forhead
And gave her the cpr I had been taught
She smiled and said John I love you
That scared the hell out of me
So I drank a quart of coffee
And said, well, excuse the hell out of me.
poem by John Shea
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