Little Milly Poem by Ben Partenay

Little Milly



Little Milly with her
ancient dress and hurricane hair,
walked with a limp
and talked with a smile
as big as the moon.
Little Milly danced to
the sad faced stranger
picking a penny from
the walk where she'd walked
a moment ago.
Little Milly with her
waning smile and melting
eyes, spoke to the wall.
'You're lucky', she said
'if you're lucky at all'.

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