Death of A Little Girl
A little girl died this year.
But this is not a story of sadness,
Of rage,
Or despair.
Do not mourn her,
For she yelled and
Screamed, and
Fought like the devil.
This little girl had a secret.
No, she was not
Drinking, or smoking,
Or “Living Large”.
On the contrary.
For this little girl, when she
Went, went like a phoenix, and,
In a burst of fire and light,
Became a boy,
And he is finally at peace.
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