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12
Run, Run, Run (a children story)
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A girl called Abby fell down one day, dark turned the world that was once gay;
With all her might she could not fight, a body so weak she could not speak;
Lying on the ground she was found, unconscious she felt drowned.
Run, run, run to the hospital, on father’s arms with love’s charm;
Electronic pads and wirings around, papers of wave files feeding abound;
“Seizure,” a name she couldn’t seize, but the name makes her freeze.
Run, run, run to the school, in her own fold and lonely cold;
All her friends walked away, chatting at the lunch room bay;
For they said Abby could not be near, a spell Abby could not bear.
Run, run, run to her corner of peace, a girl named Heidi came beneath;
A “hey,” “come on,” and flowers in her hand, Abby’s face in wonderland;
Best friends we have grown, we do not play just alone.
Run, run, run to the playground, hide-and-seek goes another round.