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Giant in a Shawl

A thigh-high recollection,

of the principal’s floral wall.

Coz that’s the view ya get,

when your only three feet tall

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I can still hear the chunky heels,

charging down the hall.

She said I stole equipment.

It said it was just a ball.

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She dragged me to the office,

then gave my mom a call.

When my mom got there,

I had to tell it all.

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I’ve lost a ball or two or more,

hid them in a bathroom stall.

It wasn’t something new,

been doin it since fall.

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I’d pick them up after school,

and sell them at the mall.

They sent me out to the bench,

I was feeling very small.

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But I couldn’t let the other kids,

see me beg and crawl.

The giant roared, hands flew,

I thought they had a brawl.

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Mom came out, we both went home,

and there began the squall.

Thunderous and long-winded,

I couldn’t help but bawl.

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Then what happened next,

I really can’t recall.

I gave back all the money,

stayed after school counting balls.

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I had to say I’m sorry,

to the giant in the shawl.

So I guess I did remember,

that balls haul after all.

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The End

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A Christmas Tale

Happy Holidays

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Chapter 1 ~ the Beginning

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All’s quiet this early winter’s night.

Embers fade in the candles dancing light.

I was thinking of Christmas, many years past.

Those fond old memories, now fading fast.

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I recalled when our home came alive.

I was just a small girl of about five.

It was a grand old house for mom, dad and me.

Sat perched on a hill overlooking the sea.

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It’s still a museum in our little town.

It was built by a General of historic renown.

Shared with his bride Martha, she had a sad life.

The General’s a hero, she a young widowed wife.

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We cared for the house and gave the tours.

All year-long we opened our doors.

We welcomed the guest to step back in time.

So come on in and share our rhyme.

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I lay awake and tossed and turned.

Thinking of…

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