The Girl

January 24, 2012
In a valley of long fingered grass
and sky a whimpering grey
sits a little lass
who is soaking up the day
she hums a silver note
clear, crisp, and clean
upon her all did dote
and her smile had a gleeful gleam
but her inside was different than out
all the sickly sweet words made her funny in the head
all she wanted was to scream to shout
but she could not, so she wound up dead

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