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There was a young girl ...

Updated: Jun 30

There was a young girl call Kirsty

who drunk more than she could of whiskey


She fell for a boy

which bought her much joy


But with two loves in her life

her heart was pickled with strife


With no one to stop her

she ended up in the gutter


There were no shooting stars to be seen

just shades of blue black and green


Until one days she took a step

eleven more would swiftly be met


Her creativity nourished,

new friends flourished


Life found a new jump skip and hop

but her heart never recovered the shock



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