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Abby Wurster Poem
It’s sunny now,
It seems so cheery.
But, oh, inside
Is so so dreary.
The bell tower rings,
At quarter past one.
The bell ringers job
Is not done.
It rings for death,
It rings for disease,
It rings for time.
It rings for escapees.
The officials exclaim,
“Nothing’s wrong! Why do you ask?!”
His words are slurred.
He takes a swig from his flask.
Once you’re in,
You get swallowed.
You feel unsafe.
You’re being followed.
Please, please help.
I'm living in hell.
I hear a ring.
It’s from the bell!
My friends are dying,
I can barely speak.
These doctors don't care.
Dominique, Dominique.
Copyright © Abby Wurster | Year Posted 2016
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Abby Wurster Poem
What did I do this weekend?
Well I didn’t ride elephants,
I didn’t meet the president.
I didn’t travel across the sea,
I only drank a cup of tea.
I sat in bed covered in blankets
Mismatched socks and my hair all tangled.
I don’t care, I don’t mind
I didn’t even open the window blind.
I was tired, I was sleepy,
And maybe just a little bit weepy.
I took a bath and filled it with bubbles,
To try and wash off all of my troubles.
What did I do this weekend?
Well you see the answer is,
I stressed about next week’s quiz
Copyright © Abby Wurster | Year Posted 2017
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