Rachael Smith - Poem by Demon Eastoe
Rachael Smith is an annoying kid
She's really short but her mind is big
She dreams of horses with wings and horns
And dragons that can breathe fire when born.
Of magical people with special powers,
Of little dwarfs that build tall towers,
Of iron miners deep underground,
That lose their way and wander around.
Of ghosts of people, dwarfs and elves,
Of people who cannot control themselves,
But the person she looks up to the most,
Isn't a dragon, or elf, or ghost....
It's me (because I'm so tall!)
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