The Ugly Duckling, A Limerick

August 20, 2017

Following behind me, a strange and lost little tot,

mimicking my steps, he bagan to annoy me alot.

I called him ugly so he would leave me alone,

broken he left- the hurt of my words clearly shown.

With that lie my heart sunk- for an ugly duckling he was not.

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