Treasure Island

Amanda Marie Harrington


Where the Green Grass Grows


There once was a girl,
walking down the road,
looking for where the green gras grows.
She met a guy,
and thought he was good,
until he left her
for where the green grass grows.
She found a friend
and thought she would last,
until she left her for where the green grass grows.
The girl kept on walking
until she found
the spot where the green grass grew.
She found the guy
and her old, old friend
and then realized
that their happy
world would soon end.
Then the girl ran off
back to the town
and realized
she couldnt be any happier
than in her own little town.

Submitted: Friday, February 27, 2009
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