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Patty was a children’s poem
She’d been depressed for quite some time
All her friends were long and hip
While she was short and her words rhymed
Patty made the children laugh
She spoke of toys and games
All her friends preferred the dark
And laughed at Patty’s aims
Crying, dying, full of hate
Her friends they rarely smiled
And Patty never got acclaim
When awards were being filed
Patty tried to change her ways
And speak with more emotion
But she found she missed the laughter
With her new poetic notion
Cynicism all around
She put life back in her words
Forgetting that she was unknown
With each giggle that she heard
Patty still looks at her friends
In relative obscurity
But she’s happy doing what she does
With honesty and purity
