A little girl caught her head in the door,
The little girl had pigtails, only four,
Blood was on the walls and all the gore,
And now that little girl is no more.
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Flying Whales
PoetryTwenty six letters repeated again and again to create a change in one's self. Poetry at its finest. Highest in poetry: #63 8/7/17
The Little Girl
A little girl caught her head in the door,
The little girl had pigtails, only four,
Blood was on the walls and all the gore,
And now that little girl is no more.
