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The Gingerbread House

There once lived a girl
in a Gingerbread House.
Her days were perfect and happy.
Everyday she would play
in the beautiful meadow.
The sky was blue,
the sun was bright
the grass was green and alive
Everything was perfect.
Then one day it began to storm.
The sky grew dark,
the sun turned dim,
the meadow withered and died
The girl ran into the forest,
all the trees blocked her path
The girl ran home to her
pefect, little gingerbread house
and watched as it
crumbled to the ground.

Copyright 2001 Terri John

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