Star
Star on the top of the tree. It fell down. Smashed to blonde smithereens. Ring-a-ring-o roses wrapped around her wrist. Fairy lights weren't bright enough for her. The little boy didn't steal her. But I still won't put her back on the tree.Is it obvious what this is about? What do you think? Written August 27th, 2001 © on Aug 27 2001 09:00 AM PST, Louise Bell 0 • 10
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