Little girl nine
What's on your mind
Looks of neglect
Sorrow and grime.
Have you no mother
Or one who cares
I know who I'll call
My husband is sheriff.
Many years later
We pack all your things
Your going away to college
And you're only sixteen.
DAPHNE
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The Immortal Wize says: Awesome piece! |
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DAPHNE says: Thank you Wize Dom. |
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