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.

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