The Girl *some changes from original version

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    The Girl *some changes from original version

    No one noticed the little girl
    As she walked down the street,
    Holding a knife in her hands
    With which to cut her life strings.
    A crow above caught her eye,
    And once more she wished to fly
    Far away from this life
    That left her in such pain.
    No one noticed the little girl,
    As she followed that crow.
    It led her to a high, high cliff
    And there it bid her stop.
    That little crow who led her there
    Watched as she, with no fear,
    Spread her arms and flew away
    From this life that caused her pain.
    And the saddest part of all:
    No one noticed she was gone.




    Copyright ©2009  Nannette Louise Wilson

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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