Thursday, June 13, 2013
Breaking the Shell
Not so long ago when lollipops where her favorite treat,
A little girl sang of trip wires and horse manure.
She sulked in the corner when her dolls didn’t hum back,
till she pushed them into the darkest corner for tea and punishment.
Ages it would seem as she marched to her bedroom;
100 degrees in a great plains house with no air conditioner.
Until Mr. Ghost wasp came to chase her bringing winter.
A sudden fall and a tumble down her side of the icy hill,
She soon discovered she was the queen of broken ornaments.
Spring brought laughter and storms approached. The girl hid from lightening cowering under covers.
Until the last gust of wind carried her away and turned her into caramel colored dust.
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