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Sue

There was a big bad girl whose name was Sue. Her flat flat feet were very ugly and big, too. When she walked the ground nearly shook And folks all around would stop and look There was a big bad girl whose name was Sue. Whose meanness every day grew and grew. When she talked thunder seemed to bang; And many eardrums burst when she sang. She really loved to scare kids for her fun. Seeing her they would begin to turn and run. And big bad Sue had friends very very few. The numbers dwindled as in sunlight dew. And the day came when she had just one friend. Who would promise to be with her till the end. Evenings they would stroll down the street Looking out for kids and folks to bully and beat. There was a big bad girl whose name was Sue. Whose meanness every day grew and grew. One day she met Tim, a nice and handsome boy. She fell for him as does a child for a favorite toy. He took her on a long, a very long poetic ride. And on the lovely way she lost her meanness & pride. Her closed eyes opened to what she really was. It made her think and she really did pause. The big bad girl became a big and really good one. Folks, on seeing her, would not anymore run. They would walk up to her and beam and smile. And she would bow down to them in real style. The big bad girl became a big and good one. And she and Tony had a lot of good clean fun. A lot of good and clean fun they really had. Never for a moment were they ever down or sad. Lived happily did they to a very ripe old age. Much love was written on their lives’ every page. There was a big bad girl whose name was Sue. Whose change is an example for me and you.

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Date: 2/17/2019 8:43:00 PM
Rajogopal, we call this kind of a story a "die and go to heaven story" and you hav done it so well in the form of a pretty rhyming poem. They also call it a Horatio Algers story. Well done my friend!
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