Alphabet

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If it's not already clear,this poem is an alphabet poem.

A little girl crying

Bad things happening to good

Careful old woman dying

Days passing by in the neighborhood

Everything always terrifying


Fallen trees just made of wood

Grandfather watches as the birds are flying

Hello and goodbye just as they would

In a year or two will people stop lying

Jump and fall just as we should


Killing with a treason

Living for another day

Mourning for a reason

No game is this hard to play

Open to a new season

Perfect is far away


Quiet now,the dead are asleep

Reserved little boy has nothing to say

Sleep,sleep deep

Things are in decay

Underneath we all want to weep


Very tired man had nowhere to lay

Where to go when you can't take the leap

Xray her broken heart and see she's not okay

Young child has no secrets to keep

Zero is a number that won't weigh  

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