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Little Girl Gone



I miss the girl with braided hair

Sliding down the banister

Ever climbing 

Dreaming

Saving

Little bits of 

Shells and pebbles

Feathers, dropped by angels’ wings

Still

Entranced by little things

Like sparrows pecking at her feet

Sold for a farthing

Lives so fleet

Moments gone

Like shifting tide 

She who played and laughed

Has died

A little more each day she went

No dreaming, climbing 

Farthing spent

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