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She was the kind of girl
everyone talked about and
no one talked to
There were rumors 'bout
what her daddy'd done
but no one really knew
In the mirrors at the Cut N Curl
the women clucked her name
said she was a pretty thing
it really was a shame
The menfolk of the town
they shook their heads and
mumbled low
through clouds of smoke
with whiskey graveled breath
don't want to know
She had a haunted look about her
seemed to hurt to smile
she was just a little ghost
dying all the while
Then one day she was gone
in her place an empty chair
no one knew what happened to her
and no one seemed to care.
submitted for Magpie Tales, 91
