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Jan 2011
you turn on the news,
it says: "teenage girl; dead"
it was no game
it was ******
there's no body (yet)
and only few clues
who ever did it
knew what to do
and live like it
never happen
IT WAS ******
she was just walking,
walking home from school
when he spotted her
it was ******
she will never see her
family on Earth--only
from her heaven
it was ******
it will never be the same
because...
**it was ******.
copyright; 2007
McNally, Inc.
I wrote this after I read The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, I love the book. It was also my first attempt at a song style poem.
Nina McNally
Written by
Nina McNally  33/F/Maine
(33/F/Maine)   
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