Small Injustice—A Poem for Brittney
Posted by Noah, Jun 6, 2017. 356 views. ID = 7275
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A little girl in light blue poplin
Sat among some wild daisies;
White as snow the daisies were and
Gladdened her in many waysies.
She took a breath and filled her lungs with
Light, sweet fragrance white and pure that
Seemed to lift her from the earth and
To her worries be a cure, but
Then her mother called to her that
Suppertime was now or ne'er.
She hopped up fast and flew away--
The daisies thought it wasn't fair.Copyright 2017 Noah. All rights reserved. FifteenMinutesOfFiction.com has been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work. For permission to reprint this item, please contact the author.
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