Ticket Poem by Veronique Frozen
Ticket
Why she must wait for a pretty flower
When her all friend Picked up it yet?
Why she must get stoned on a carousel
Of neverending sorrow?
Watch all happy people
How they pick up their pieces of happiness.
Isn’t that cruel?
Isn’t that unfair?
Isn’t that simply bale?
Don’t let her leave on this carousel
It revolves around and around
And she is not rich
She hasn’t got a wealthy friend
She hasn’t got a legacy
She hasn’t got enough money…
To buy a ticket herself..
To get out
Of this carousel…
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4/25/2024 8:24:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
that's cruel that's unfair that's simply bale........unless she stands up and act excellent