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LIFE OF REALITY

by  roovacrag

Posted: Monday, April 5, 2004
Word Count: 72




Poor little rich girl
sitting alone
none for the pot
all gone.

Just forlorn
weeds vanished
eyes glazed
no future.

What can we do
to help
and tutor
a child.

Poor little rich girl
drag yourself up
reach for the stars
or heaven above.

World is your oyster
grab with both hands
go for it girl
your last chance.

Poor little rich girl
yes.advance
to the world of tranquillity
no drugs,just reality.