In a far away place very few were
fortunate to discover, set a
marker of stone engraved upon
it a name;
Those that chose this ideal spot-
were quaint in their appearance
and riddled and deficated with
shame;
She wore a pink lilly, dyed from
an ink-she blended so carefully;
As not to be coy-and she left her
real toy, at home where the
pleasure was same;
In a place far away-in a land that
has spent-every penny just trying
to float;
A lost penny be found, and the
people came 'round, realizing
that they were all dead..
 
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