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So as a bus monitor I travel one particular road that goes between city A where the Special Needs School is, to city B where the kids who ride on my bus live in. That road has currently two dead skunks on the road, and they are about 5-7 miles apart. Its an otherwise beautiful road that runs beside a river (sections of it). However with the two skunks dead on the road I've told myself that this is dead skunk season and that there was a poem there somewhere.