In a class of clowns teached by fools,
Ella's life was quite cool,
Standing on tables making noise,
It's how they just rejoiced,
When they fell they wore smiles,
Ella smiles even through her cries,
Some say they are "so creepy",
Those some are now sleepy,
They aren't sleeping on a soft bed,
But in the dirt for they are dead,
I hear whisper of Ella's coming,
And she is coming for the haunting.
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Book Of Life (More Like Lies)
PoesíaPoems on different issues teenagers face on a daily basis.
