I have a friend
Who has this problem
This one little thing
Has made her very glum.
I have tried over and over
To cheer her up
But it seems harder
Than finding a four leaf clover.
She says she can't
Stand this place
Because it will never have
Any grace.
She struggles on
To get through life
And to get past
This painful strife.
I have told her
That she has friends here
But all she did
Was look up and glare.
I don't know very much
But I do know this much
She needs some help
From those who can give it.
Inspired by my dear friend,
Disia
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