The deserted Island
Once a girl was left on a deserted Island.
It was hot as the summer sun.
The sand burned her little toes.
The only good thing about being on this island
was that she had her dog to suport her
and her troubles on this island of death.
It was the only thing keeping her sane.
Eventually her dog, her one item of choice,
would be the reason she got off of this island.
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