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A Poem About A Lonely Birthday Girl

She sits alone on her bed, Trying to figure it out while scratching her head, She figures she better go downstairs instead, She goes down into the diningroom where her sister sits with all her friends. She feels a tear roll down her face, as she ran and broke her moms favorite vase, The cops trying to figure out this case. They took a step into her room where that gurl had been broken. Maybe it was her sisters greed, or her moms weed sitting on the table, That little girl had past unto another round of life, Her mom knowing, leaving her daughters funeral in strife.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 11/24/2009 4:51:00 AM
Wonderful poetry you present to us today Shayla. I hope your week finds you with an overflow of inspiration which you may use to inspire others. Write from your heart and don't listen to anyone that tells you not to write. You grow with every poem you write. And writing poetry is good for your soul. Love and blessings to you, Carol
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Date: 11/23/2009 5:25:00 PM
Hey! You write good poems too, sad story, but so true, the little girl so blue. Now passed on too, to a better blue. Your comment was great, I accept, Thanks, Sincere, Love, Moses
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