 Speeding backwards, out of control, I watch in the rear view mirror, fearing what collision might lie ahead.  Pressing on the brake to no avail, I desperately pray to stop.  My prayer is answered, simply to find myself turning around and heading in the same direction.  Still filled with trepidation, I know at least now I'm facing my future rather than going into it ass backwards.
Speeding backwards, out of control, I watch in the rear view mirror, fearing what collision might lie ahead.  Pressing on the brake to no avail, I desperately pray to stop.  My prayer is answered, simply to find myself turning around and heading in the same direction.  Still filled with trepidation, I know at least now I'm facing my future rather than going into it ass backwards.2000
 
 
 

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