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May 15, 2008
By Kristean Ruddell, Centralia, WA

They had the funeral today
She was only three
Blue eyed, blonde hair
Fritened, afraid, all her life
A coffon so small
Never should have been made
Everyone listened, no one heard
Everyone knew, no one took action
We all knew it was coming
But no one knew when

He came home drunk
Never a kind person, ever
He came home, she hid in the shadows
He would always find her
No matter what
She was by far ro small to fight back
One last cry for help
One LAST breath of precious air


he funeral was today
She was only three
No one came for her last goodbye
Ecept me and the angels that took her away


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