Mary Jane

A girl by the name of Mary Jane

Sat in her room one rainy day

Next to the corner where she kneeled and prayed

Where she gave her thanks once everyday

And prayed to a God that she wished she knew

So she could ask if it all was true

The creation, the beauty, the magnificent views

But alas, her doubts will remain askew.

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