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Ellie
April 22, 2010
I sit and wait on my throne of satin sheets all throughout the day.
My stance is weak, my posture limp and soon I give away.
I do not cry, I do not weap, for I am much to strong.
Have no fear; do not worry, I won't be here for long.
Susie, my girl, she'll pick me up at four.
Then she'll turn around, fix her bow, and walk back out the door.
Again at eight, she'll kiss goodnight her little brother Ned,
A minute later she'll put on her night gown and we'll snuggle up in bed.
© Laura C., Hull, MA
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