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A poem I wrote:


Today I saw a little girl Astray,

Went up to her and said, "Hey",

She looked down without anything to say,

I gave up soon and went away,

I wondered if she could be a runaway,

She told me it happens every Saturday,

Her father would hit her, her mother would pray,

Her sister would watch silently in dismay,

So as she finished, my heart turned gray,

I hoped to see her again someday,

The story of the little girl astray,




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