A Grim RealityA Poem by SkibSally went to Henry's house but he was "sick in bed" so walking back from Henry's house she visited Joe instead She knocked on the wooden door and for a while it didn't answer Joe's not home his mum cried then shut the door behind her That was strange Joe was always home who could she call on now? perhaps she'd round the corner and drop in on Abigail So again she knocked Abigail appeared dressed as black as Sally could take where are you off to Sally asked Abigail started to tear up and wailed I'm going to little Joe's wake.
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Added on January 29, 2017 Last Updated on January 29, 2017 |

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