Prayer
Now we lay her down to sleep,
her tiny grave just four feet deep.
Should she wake now as past she did,
she'll scratch upon her coffin lid.
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a hardening heart
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Salt in her bones
and the faltering
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resounding on stone
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ach gotta go ..."
I ask only that you write in "singsong"... It doesn't have to rhyme, although rhyming is good.
And you certainly don't have to stick with the same poem structure that I did. Do crazy things. Be creative."