![]() The DayA Poem by Lacy Dawn
Her hair flowed in the wind,
As her eyes were on the prize, This is the day the winners were chosen, She hoped to get the golden statue upon the desk, But someone else was called, Her face turned blue with sadness, Then it turned red with rage, Her hands helped her crawls up the stairs, Everyone stared, She smiled a creepy smile, It made everyone shriek with horror, She got closer to the woman who won her prize, The woman dropped the golden statue, The girl leaped for it and failed, She hit the microphone, Everyone gasped in despair, She was knocked out, No dip Sherlock, She woke up and grabbed the statue, She had a evil smile, But instantly she vanished, Greed dose not pay, Nor dose rage... © 2013 Lacy DawnAuthor's Note
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Added on March 1, 2013Last Updated on March 1, 2013 Author![]() Lacy DawnNot needed, OKAboutEither write something worth reading, or do something worth writing. more..Writing
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