Once upon a time
In this deep and dreary place
There was a small girl
Rosy cheeks and small face
Her eyes lit up the night
White and bright as the sun
Guarding the sweet and fallen
Leaving no place left to run
Hurt the children and you will pay
Her claws sharp and ragged
Different as they come
She their guardian, The Rabbit
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
