Untamed at Birth.A Poem by RelicRhyme and Meter
Previous Version This is a previous version of Untamed at Birth.. Laura girl, baby-girl, you're only two months old. This crib you're in won't last too long; You're acting too darn bold! Laura girl, child-girl, what are you up to now? Your tempestuous mood is wild enough To hurt you soon somehow. Laura girl, teenage-girl, tell me where you've been? Flaunting your chest to older boys Will lead to a life of sin. Laura girl, troubled-girl, no wonder you're in jail, That deadly dance with illegal drugs Left you ruined and frail. Laura girl, tragic-girl, the cops were at our door. That car crash robbed your precious life A beer was on the floor. Laura girl, silent-girl, you look like you're asleep. Your maple casket shines so nice; Your white dress looks so sweet. Laura girl, angel girl, we're sending you our love. Our broken hearts can only pray You're somewhere up above.
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