Poem about regret. - Free style
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I Wish I Could Take It Back. (Free style)
He was eighteen today so I handed him the keys.
The classic red convertible was now his.
I told him the rules I wanted him to use.
I handed in the drivers manual from out of my truck.
I watched as he drove away, promising to be careful.
Two hours later I received a call.
His friend and been drinking and driving.
The car had rolled three times.
I wish I could take it back.
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