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Thursday, March 26, 2009 @ 9:01 AM
Sweet and low, little girl
On a fine, bright day, came out this little girl that wanted to play. She looked around, and over by a corner, there she saw 2 little boys with a ball, their hands sway.
She asked the 2 if she could join, but the 2 little boys said "Just run along" The little girl frowned, and walked away, 'til one of the boys said "ok, let's play"
Monkey in the middle was the name of the game, and there she played all the same. The little girl often came back, she had a blast. It was true 'til the game saddened her, at last.
She was sad, her heart hurt strong, but kept it in to be with others more. She was always the "Monkey in the Middle", a rule that seemed to have been formed. The 2 little boys enjoyed tossing the ball, back and forth, and so continued on this game 'Til the little girl had taken enough blame.
She left the 2 boys and the ball, all the fun and time she had with them, maybe never to come again. Her heart was torn, and she no longer was happy with much But the little girl left with another touch. She left with a smile, that little girl, She left with her wounds, that little girl.
That ends her story, but always remember: You left for a purpose, you left without hesitation, for you are no little girl any longer.
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