Wednesday


 MaryJane Left and Now I can’t Find Her.


Dear Jane,
Where’d you go?
Your parents are worried sick and your tears are cold as snow.
My mind is so thick can’t stop thinking,
control your breathing.
My nose is bleeding.
The scarecrows are leaving
Dear Jane, where’d you go?
My mother teases and says you ran away.
Tell me that’s not the truth.
I’m going to pour myself a glass of water and hang around.
Please come home soon.

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