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Annie Love is a girl like so many other girls A girl at the age of ten Every day, her mother styled her hair with curls And she did all of her work with a pink glittery pen
Every day, she rode the bus to school She did her work as told, just like every other student She was kind to everyone, and never once cruel Because Annie Love was prudent
She had a large group of friends Which seemed to grow every day She helped her mother around the house on weekends And every night, she bowed her head to pray
Annie Love was a girl no different from other kids her age She was sweet as can be She rarely had fits of rage And she lived every day just like you and me
Until the day when things changed A day she began by making her bed A day that was nearly unchanged Until a mysterious man shot her dead
The school closed down Before going back to normal As if her mother wouldn’t spend the rest of her life with a frown As if anything were normal at all
A/N: I don't know if any of y'all have ever read it, but this poem is loosely based on the poem, "Richard Corey"
