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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
You know how the story goes
A little girl thrown in the rabbit hole
Sides to steep so there she stays
For years and years and days and days

As she grew the hole got deeper
The world was determined there to keep her
It did a really good job
For living in the hole was very hard

Every time she seen the light
The universe would put up a fight
So she never reached the top
She was always stoped

Now even her bones have gotten cold
In the abyss she's grown gray and old
For others sin's she was made to atone
Her only defence was to turn to stone

She never did get out
Through she fought every bout
In every fight she was knockout
So if you see a statue in the abyss
You will know who it is

— The End —