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Little Girl


I wrote a poem a while back, inspired by a doll which sits on my desk and watches me do my work. She's always smiling and is always happy in her own world. I wonder what keeps her joyful all the time and I wish that for myself.















Little Girl



Little girl sitting

Don't know about the future that comes

In her own little world

With her clean heart

And her clean mind

Little girl sitting

Don't know about the future that comes...


Little girl sitting

Don't know what will happen.

In her own little world

Does she daydream

Does she think

Little girl sitting

Don't know what will happen...


Little girl sitting

Don't know about the failures that come.

In her own little world 

Is she happy

Is she jolly

Little girl sitting

Don't know about the failures that come...


Signed,

Mostly Crazy

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