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Strange Little Girl

Poetry By: Lady Wolf
Poetry


A look at me as a kid.


Submitted:Sep 2, 2009    Reads: 211    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


What a strange little girl I was,

staring at the ocean all day.

What an odd one I was,

perferring to stand there than play.

How bizzare I must have looked to those passing by.

If only they knew that I was planning to fly.

For my wings can't be seen to anyone but me.

The only thing they saw, was my need to be free.

I had no intrest in dolls and toys.

I had no urge to play with other girls and boys.

"What a strange little girl." People would said, "What a strange little girl staring at the ocean all day."





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