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G Reaper
Poems
Apr 2016
Golden Child
I saw her sitting there
In a small round chair
Locks made of gold
Just like her soul
She looked up at me
But surely couldn't see
For to all I'm invisible
But she was truly incredible
A voice like a whisper
"Who are you mister?"
I flashed a small smile
And looked at the child
"It matters not who I am
My sweet little lamb
Your time has run out
No need to pout"
Slowly she started to stand
And reached for my hand
She wasn't a weeper
Just a girl with the Grim Reaper
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