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The last days of Susan

by Taropa A.

The last days of Susan

Were pretty and blue,

She ran across fields

So golden and new.

Her smiles came willing

Her cheeks were all red,

Till one carless wagon

Ran over her head.

No laughing and tumbles

From her we will see,

She died many minutes

In gross agony.

The last cries of Susan

Went nowhere, in vain,

For no one took courage

To pity her pain.

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