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A Grim Reality

A Grim Reality

A Poem by Skib

Sally went to Henry's house 
but he was "sick in bed"
so walking back from Henry's house
she visited Joe instead
She knocked on the wooden door
and for a while it didn't answer 
Joe's not home his mum cried
then shut the door behind her
That was strange Joe was always home 
who could she call on now?
perhaps she'd round the corner  
and drop in on Abigail
So again she knocked 
Abigail appeared 
dressed as black as Sally could take
where are you off to Sally asked
Abigail started to tear up and wailed
I'm going to little Joe's wake.

© 2017 Skib


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Added on January 29, 2017
Last Updated on January 29, 2017
Tags: Dark, Grim, Death

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Skib
Skib

London, Self-Belief, United Kingdom



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