The Child Who Is Me
Deep and lost within my adult soul
A lonely and childish girl dwells
Hair tumbling down, tangled
A red ribbon loose, falling
Hugging teddy with tears
Playing with my dolls
Holding a kitten
Picking flowers
For Mother
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November 11, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/The Girl Who Was Me
Copyright Protected, ID 11- 435-089-11
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 25 line's
sponsor, Brian Strand, 11/2012
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2012
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