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My Version of London Bridge
By Broken Rose
The little girl is falling apart,
Falling apart,
Falling apart.
The little girl is falling apart,
oh deary me.
Stitch her up with silver and gold,
silver and gold,
silver and gold.
Stitch her up with silver and gold,
my fair lady.
The little girl is cutting her wrists,
cutting her wrists,
cutting her wrists.
the little girl is cutting her wrists,
my fair lady.
The little girl is crying now,
crying now,
crying now.
the little girl is crying now,
my fair lady.
The little girl is staring down,
staring down,
staring down.
the little girl is staring down,
right at the rope. .......
Crying and music is all you hear,
all you hear,
all you hear.
crying and music is all you hear,
right at the funeral.
The little girl fell apart,
Fell apart,
Fell apart.
The little girl fell apart.
Goodbye my fair lady......
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Copyright 2015 Broken Rose
Comments on "My Version of London Bridge"
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A former member wrote:
A poem truly for those who know the pain that life can bring and how it brings you to a breaking point. A beautifully honest twist to things
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A former member wrote:
I will agree with the previous comment, the overall flow of words in difficult to work with. The idea of creating a darker meaning to the original piece is fantastic, yet a little tweaking to the words to create an easy flow of words would do wonders. To be honest, a very good depiction of this nursery rhyme, you have great ways of writing and it's good to see that you continue to write. You have a voice that deserves to be heard, so let it be heard.
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A former member wrote:
Interesting twist, it is a smidge hard to read. Could have reworded to make it flow better. Other than that a decent work, good job.
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