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Miss Fay’s Day started out well
Thought she might skip out on work to play,
So she covertly leaves her little cubicle, the cell from hell
She really wanted to be a Storm Child Again
Chasing rainbows and pots of gold
Is that such a sin?
Never thought she would be so bold.
Being A Sweet Soul, she spends the afternoon
Wondering if she’ll even be missed
Vigilantly fighting thoughts of impending doom
Thinking if she doesn’t return soon, she’ll be dismissed
Deciding to stay and read Meditations in the Meadow
Fairy sprites provide a patch of moss to cover her toes.
Completely engrossed in meditation, she hears an echo
Is it friend or foe?
Deciding she was pushing the envelope
Returns to her cell in a sea of cubicle cages
She longs to play with the fairies in the meadow
And ponders if she will sing while Enduring The Ages
Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2015
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