** a fairly tragic turn **
If a flash of colour
A setting of this place
A face in smiling bring
A lesser grace and some joy
Falling rampant down hillside
Buckets forgotten as you slide
The girl ignored as tumbles to
Seeking safe rest at the end
A hard sharp rock collects a head
Be wax paper and vinegar and to bed
All the water lost which was carried
Seems a fairly tragic turn
To common chores of the morn.
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