Hair of brown, Eyes of blue, Mouth turned down, A face looks to you. A young child, Heart turned to stone, Became wild, All alone. Parents don't care, They turn away, And onlookers stare, On this fateful day. The girl walked, Away from the dad, And mom talked, Not noticing or mad. Everyone was still, And no one spoke, Until they felt the chill, The girl awoke. Suddenly the rushed, And tried to stop a kid, With rosy cheeks flushed, From doing what she did.

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