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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Little sweet Lucy..four years..so small. Her pink teddy bear.. and her Barbie doll. Pushed strollers of fun. ..in traipse of malls. Then a Topsy turvy evil.. stifles her a thrall. She cries, " Where are my dolls? " Crawls a cruel connive...arrives a sudden sinister. Wrangles her hard destiny. .lurks a doomed disaster. Poor Child, ...Leukemia is now her master. She collapses into the arms.. of a malevolent monster. She cries, " Where are my dolls? " Wasn't Blood red. .that flowed in our veins? Her's was a translucent black. .. only strains..and those pains. With her curly hair shaved. .the ugly doll sustains. Syringe of thorns prick. .a rose.. to sick bed detains. She cries, " Where are my dolls? " Crummy " Chemo" of the 'Crab '. . creeps on the little dummy. There's yucky throw of food... from her aching tummy. Fear stricken Dad.. and a tear streaked Mummy. . Her outstretched arms.. say.. "I know you both love me" She cries, " Where are my dolls? " The helpless girl.. gets weaker and thinner. She longs for the table...sit together for dinner. Forlorn she quirks.. in the MRI shiver. Fighting with Cancer. .her spleen and liver. She cries, " Where are my dolls? " Painkillers help ..seeing windows and walls. Doctors are elves... and Fairy nurses call. To live without dying. .she daily sprawls. .. She cries, " Where are my dolls? " A desolate girl..she dreams. .playing with dolls. PLACED THIRD IN SCREWED POETRY CONTEST by Rob Carnack 7th October 2018 A Poem of Reaction Poetry Contest Sponsored by Julia Ward.
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