Swish

Swish

Swoosh

Mob bucket

over flowing

Splash 

Woosh

You had no way of knowing

that little 

pitter patter

feet 

dancing down the halls

would slip

and then 

drip 

drop

tears 

spill from

little girl eyes

sparkling

in a way

that makes you want 

to cry

with your little 

girl 

too.

The End

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