She loves to smile at them all
cocking her head to the side
teeth sharp, eyes sharper
she's got wit
and the way she walks
long strides, determined
she lost her left eye the other week
she's still looking for it
Lend a hand? she asks
smiling, still smiling
it doesn't look joyful on her
But they help her all the same
now she's got another eye
one green, one brown
and that kid, he's still crying
but what's he crying about?
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
She loves to smile at them all
cocking her head to the side
teeth sharp, eyes sharper
she's got wit
and the way she walks
long strides, determined
she lost her left eye the other week
she's still looking for it
Lend a hand? she asks
smiling, still smiling
it doesn't look joyful on her
But they help her all the same
now she's got another eye
one green, one brown
and that kid, he's still crying
but what's he crying about?
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