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The truth will out! Said Anna to the Grasshopper. Whose bladed legs had cut her own When it jumped into her pocket. Grandmother moon got cancer And almost died. Just like Anna. But cancer didn't do it on purpose. Now Anna doesn't wear pockets. Or walk in the long grass. Two things she loved to do. Instead she paints canvases Full of green and red. Sometimes Anna feels worse than dead. And then she reminds herself Of all the grasshoppers Still in the long grass Who might hear her story And empathize with the foreigner. Soon she found herself in a forest Evergreens planted neatly, but full grown. And Bear lived there And made her feel at home. From there she heard a rabbit say That Grasshopper would be locked away. And Anna was afraid. Almost like the moment She felt the blood seeping through her shorts. Before she knew the cause. Suddenly long grass was everywhere. And her screaming scared the Bear. So Anna climbed a tree. And from there she could see A little brown bird who told her she could fly.
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
Anna's Grasshopper
The truth will out! Said Anna to the Grasshopper. Whose bladed legs had cut her own When it jumped into her pocket. Grandmother moon got cancer And almost died. Just like Anna. But cancer didn't do it on purpose. Now Anna doesn't wear pockets. Or walk in the long grass. Two things she loved to do. Instead she paints canvases Full of green and red. Sometimes Anna feels worse than dead. And then she reminds herself Of all the grasshoppers Still in the long grass Who might hear her story And empathize with the foreigner. Soon she found herself in a forest Evergreens planted neatly, but full grown. And Bear lived there And made her feel at home. From there she heard a rabbit say That Grasshopper would be locked away. And Anna was afraid. Almost like the moment She felt the blood seeping through her shorts. Before she knew the cause. Suddenly long grass was everywhere. And her screaming scared the Bear. So Anna climbed a tree. And from there she could see A little brown bird who told her she could fly.
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
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