this is just a little sketch I made. nothing much. its a photo graph of a girl who lived in a house. it was 1887 and she was their favorite daughter. she died when their house burned from a stove. her name was Annie Grahm, and I wrote a poem about her. Annie was a young girl She was engaged to a man who carved wood He gave her a ring with a pearl And in return Annie said that she would. She created a cake with a furnace from Gran, And she sewed herself a white dress, As her fiancé was out with some men, The fire created a mess. Burned with the house, Went Annies clothing, And Annie herself. When her husband came back, He cried a thousand tears, What he saw was a ring of black, And all of his fears, Annie had left him, that's what he saw She had packed up her things, And left him with alone with his sorrow. I Know its awful, but whatever. ====================================================
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