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Monday, September 13
the little girl.
the little girl.
the little girl was afraid
of ghosts and scary things.
the dark did nothing for her nerves,
she jumped when the telephone rang.
the little girl would hold out her hand
in hopes of clasping his.
though he teased her bout her childish fear,
his touch would bring her ease.
the little girl did not care
about love, or money, or hate.
all she knew was that he was there -
yet she did not believe in fate.
the little girl had simple dreams,
void of complications, free of taint.
she wanted that hand to be holding hers;
and with that she was content.
the little girl,
she never gave up.
"ten years, if you will,
twenty without luck."