Sunday, February 7, 2010


One time I had a little girl.
She was my spitting image.
She had a little sister who went swimming,
And dove down far away under the water.

She never came back.

A few years later
She was waiting for me.
The spitting image of her older sister,

This wasn't my little girl;
She had tricked me.

My little girls never came back.

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