An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.
A drunken man in an Oldsmobile,
They said had run the light
that caused the six-car pile up,
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about,
and blood was verywhere,
the sirens screamed out eulogies,
for death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
was heard above the noise;
her plaintive plea near split the air:
"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
she struggled to get free,
but mangled metal held her fast in grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused on
where the back seat once had been,
but all she saw was broken glass
and two children’s seats crushed in.
Her twins were no where to be seen;
she did not hear them cry,
and then she prayed they’d been thrown free,
"Oh, God, don’t let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
but when they searched the back,
they found therein no little boys,
but the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad,
and was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
they discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild,
and screaming above the noise
in beseeching supplication,
"Please help me find my boys!
They’re four years old
and wear blue shirts;
their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They’re in my car,
and they do not have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there,
and gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom,
to come and take them home.
I’ve searched the area high and low,
but I can’t find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said,
while wiping at a tear,
"He could not flee the scene, you see,
for he’s been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused and asked,
"Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
and left a kiss for you."
He told us not to worry,
and that you would be all right,
and then he put
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