GoneA Poem by PaintingWordsThis is a poem about my goat who died, Snow White.
Snow White
A bundle of joy Prancing Dancing Growing Strong Ripping chains Snapping Padlocks But ever friendly A wicked beast with a kind heart Older and older Creaking bones Still full of life Then one day On the ground So weak She can't stand Then she's gone. Like a rainbow in the clouds As if the princes kiss never woke her Snow White
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