"Short Story"
I took a trip on a very old carriage,
Driven by a man named Oliver West,
To see my daughter the day of her marriage
With a man I knew was trouble at best.
Upset, I traveled at the thought of him
Taking my child far away from me.
This gave me an itch right under my skin
While my heart filled with hate and agony.
But then I saw the most terrible sight;
A great big fire was burning the church
Where my own child was starting her life,
And my own heart raced and started to hurt.
I feared for my daughter, and started to shout,
"Oh please, dear God, please make her come out!"
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