We called her Maryjane
...always chasing the dragon,
never knowing mushrooms
were not really magic.
She lived amidst bubbles
of vanishing time and
wasted youth.
They said she had a
child-like smile on her face
the day they found her...
clinging to a hand-written poem,
signed,
"Somebody's Daughter".

Ellen Fair - Copyright Visit My Webpage at http://www.fairellen.com

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