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Thanks for the weapon
Reward for non-
existing service
Déjä-vu
Is it really so noble?
I told you so...
Based on correct
information...
Unfounded hatred
What's more important?
Humanity? Yeah, right!
Poetry scam(s), Part XIX
War against terrorism
Lost meaning
In jail for skipping class
Obligatory spam
Poetry scam(s), Part XVIII
Other reasons for visiting
Poetry scam(s), Part XVII
Poetry scam(s), Part XVI
Poetry scam(s), Part XV
Poetry scam(s), Part XIV
Poetry scam(s), Part XIII
Pointless
Poetry scam(s), Part XII
Private rules
Poetry scam(s), Part XI
Poetry scam(s), Part X
Requirements
Poetry scam(s), Part IX
Music maestro
Poetry scam(s), Part VIII
War victims...
Poetry scam(s), Part VII
Poetry scam(s), Part VI
Poetry scam(s), Part V
Poetry scam(s), Part IV
Bowling for Columbine
Poetry scam(s), Part III
Poetry scam(s), Part II
Back to the future
Crusade
Poetry scam(s), Part I
Mobile telephone unit
Compensation for life
Policy
Pim Fortuyn
Married
Sing sing-a-song
Law of gravity vs.
Murphy's Law
WAAAAAAAAAAAsabi!
Flight of our lives
Matter of priorities
Cultural difference
Dangerous visitor
Driving skills
3rd party activities
Well-trained
Stop: Police
Clean?
Criminal look
Bearsnack
MOOOOOOO...
!&#$%! !&%#.&W.#!!!
Do your job!
DRUPA 1995
Spit
Bon appetit
Candid
Reward for a good effort
Spread 'em!
Punch-line
Down, boy, DOWN!!
Nerves!
Smartass
Ghost in the door
Crack!
My own personal prison
Roadrunner
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Poems and short stories © by Arno and Anna unless differently stated (Disclaimer).
Early summer 1996
I had been out with one of my friends in some club. It was early Sundaymorning, around four in the morning and I was heading home to get some sleep. We had been dancing pretty much the whole night and I wasn't completely fresh anymore, rather tired and anxious to get to bed.
I wasn't driving fast, normal speed for the road I was driving on. Maybe that was because I'd just noticed a police car passing by and I was still wondering what that car did so far out of town, when most of the action is in town on a Saturday night.
But anyway... that was pretty much the thing I really consciously thought about, because I wasn't there with my mind for the full 100%. I did have my eyes on the road, but apparently not completely focused, because it took me awhile to see the big shadow standing right in the middle of the road, blocking my way. And I realized what it was only when I was a few meters.
Ofcourse by that time I was wide awake and I must say that I was surprised about my own reflexes. I dodged the cow when I still had like 5 or 6 meters space to dodge and the thumb I heard was its tail wanking my right side mirror.
The thumbing that I heard afterwards was my own heartbeat. It was very much present all through my body, at a speed that I hadn't experienced before or haven't since and it was faster than after the most intense BMX-competition I did.
I had to pull the car over to the side of the road, because I was shaking all over. I realized that if I would've hit that cow, I would probably not have survived it.
When I'd stood there for some minutes and had calmed down abit I got out of the car and ran back to the place where the cow had been. Knowing that other drivers might not have the luck that I had. The cow wasn't there anymore, but the policecar had come back. I talked to one of the policeofficers and it appeared that earlier that night 8 cows had escaped from some grassfield nearby. They had been able to track the owner and catch five of them, but there were still three on the loose.
Since I couldn't help out much there anymore, and I was really dying to get to bed, I got back to my car and drove home.
And went to sleep safe and sound...

