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I saw a bug die on the windshield,

His guts flying everywhere.

I saw a bug go splat on the glass,

And I didn’t even care.

I watched the body get blown away

And rejoiced that he was gone.

I watched his soul ascend and considered

“What if he’d been driving along?”

I saw a bug go splat on my care windshield

And it changed my perspective a hue.

 

 

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