April JonesA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenApril Jones You took a child Mark Bridger, stole her soul. Her mum and dad will never see her grow. Never see her smile again, or skip through puddles, never hear her read her ABCs. They will never pick her up when fallen, never buy another pair of shoes or watch her life unfold, caterpillar to butterfly as she spreads her wings. All of the wails of man cry out for your destruction for the corruption of innocence, a life simply squashed. 09/10/12 © 2012 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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7 Reviews Added on October 9, 2012 Last Updated on October 10, 2012 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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