Once there was a path.
It was a lonely path.
But one day a little girl came and walked the path.
She picked flowers and sang while she walked.
She came everyday after that.
and the path was greatly blessed by her presence
and the little path was never lonely again.
The end.
There.
How did I do for a "poem" of sorts?
~E~R~I~N~
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