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| The wording and phrasing in this poem is unsophisticated and unimpressive and yet, it still expresses what I want it to express well enough. I wrote it while I was feeling wistful and reminicient (yes wistful - not lonely, not wishful, not resentful, not regretful. no anger, nor hopelessness aided my hand). Don't think on each line, or even each stanza, too much - they don't mean anything individually. Actually, it'll probably have more of an impact if you read it out loud. Please review - I'm kinda wondering if people will identify. - strangerthanthou |
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| She's just a child, A wee little stray. Pick her up, Dust her off, Take her home to stay. She's just a child, A friendless little lass. Hold her tight, Keep her close, Keep her safe from shadows cast. She's just a child! How can you ignore? She's frightened, She's lonely, Take her! She implores! She's just... Just a child� Nothing more. |
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