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Sep 24
When I was very young,
the townspeople were chattering
"whose daughter,
has a baby?"
"oh, who's daddy?"
let the rumors go,
families ran away
in the middle of the night
without knowing
"then yes...
mom and dad did it
like it -
can give
that habbit to someone else?"
the town has regained its grace,
people also vitality
as the years go by
people forgot a name of daughter
the house was covered with weeds,
the roof went down,
the gate also fell
the flower bed became
a bed of wild animals
a rumor was heard from afar
"at the time,
daughter was very very sick."
"in the end,
they wandered around
several hospitals
she died."
                 was doubt.
Yonah Jeong
Written by
Yonah Jeong  61/M/NJ
(61/M/NJ)   
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