Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Poor Margot by Allison Reynolds

They locked Margot up in a closet,
And laughed and stuck hands in each pocket.
So poor Margot was not in the sun,
while the others where all having fun.
But then they remembered sad Margot,
and unlocked the door to the closet.
But alas the sun was no more
and to wait seven years what a bore.

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