No more chocolate bunnies

Easter Sunday

walking across the street of Grove and Ashby

headed for the corner store

I hear a crash.

It is the crush of metal pounding metal,

turning around I see a old blue car spinning

slowly like a Tilt- A-Whirl.

One spin,

two spin,

on the third spin the passenger door flies open

and a woman tumbles out

bouncing as she hits the pavement.

Everything stops,

except for the car

rolling over her

metal crushing bones

and I run home without going to the store.

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Buzzy Donahue

I grew up in San Francisco in the 60's. I lived in a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. After a long stretch working on my tan I have joyfully found my way back to radio. Because you can't fight it; when it's in your blood. I play music on KPTZ.org.

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