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The boy went by
His small face troubled
From his backseat window
I could see myself
Sitting there
Way back when
Never looking past the flash
In front of me
Wanted to honk my horn
Roll down my window
And YELL at him
“Hey, you, that’s right, you there,
Don’t look so sad
Trust me, boy, it won’t always be this bad!
The light will change, before you know it.
So, buckle up, boy, and hold on tight.
You’re gonna be all right!”
Instead
I drove ahead
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