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Ciela  Ellaborge
strapped on her Sunday shoes.
Her hair pinned up in honey curls,
eyes shining baby blue.

Her mother took her hand
And walked her down the street.
And at the gray house near the end,
They heard sombody weep.

Abbigail  something
Sat crying in the twolips
She smeared some filth across her face
To hide her massive bruises.

She glanced back at the house,
limped to the picked fence
there,  she saw Miss Ellaborge.
Escape:  her last defence.

"Please, Madame."
she begged
and held
her tears  from breaking through.

"Let me out,
The gate
is locked.
I am a prisoner, its true."

Ciela Ellaborge
Reached out her rosy hand.
Her mother gasped and pulled away
Ciela,
Unable to withstand.

"A filthy beast!
Back away,
Ciela,
She's a mess!"

"No!
Don't you touch
Her. How disgusting
And rude
that she should ask!"

They trod away briskly,
Abandoning that girl.
Abigails eyes filled up,
Her head began to whril.

Her sobs  rang through the street,
The house began to stir.
Her father woke up from the sound
Called her in, and beat her.

A week went by
Without a sound
Ciela skipped along
A different street
T'ill Sunday came along.

Ciela Ellaborge
Strapped on her Sunday shoes
Her hair pinned up in honey curls,
Eyes shinning baby blue.

Her  mother took her hand
And walked her down the street.
They reached the grey house near the end
But, heard nobody weep.

Abigail something
Had slit her throat that day.
No dirt upon her baby face,
her beauty washed away.

Her blood ran down the path
And touched Cielas shoes.
A cry broke out and on that day,
Her eyes dimmed grey, not blue.

Description
Ciela  Ellaborge
strapped on her Sunday shoes.
Her hair pinned up in honey curls,
eyes shining baby blue.

Her mother took her hand
And walked her down the street.
And at the gray house near the end,
They heard sombody weep.

Abbigail  something
Sat crying in the twolips
She smeared some filth across her face
To hide her massive bruises.

She glanced back at the house,
limped to the picked fence
there,  she saw Miss Ellaborge.
Escape:  her last defence.

"Please, Madame."
she begged
and held
her tears  from breaking through.

"Let me out,
The gate
is locked.
I am a prisoner, its true."

Ciela Ellaborge
Reached out her rosy hand.
Her mother gasped and pulled away
Ciela,
Unable to withstand.

"A filthy beast!
Back away,
Ciela,
She's a mess!"

"No!
Don't you touch
Her. How disgusting
And rude
that she should ask!"

They trod away briskly,
Abandoning that girl.
Abigails eyes filled up,
Her head began to whril.

Her sobs  rang through the street,
The house began to stir.
Her father woke up from the sound
Called her in, and beat her.

A week went by
Without a sound
Ciela skipped along
A different street
T'ill Sunday came along.

Ciela Ellaborge
Strapped on her Sunday shoes
Her hair pinned up in honey curls,
Eyes shinning baby blue.

Her  mother took her hand
And walked her down the street.
They reached the grey house near the end
But, heard nobody weep.

Abigail something
Had slit her throat that day.
No dirt upon her baby face,
her beauty washed away.

Her blood ran down the path
And touched Cielas shoes.
A cry broke out and on that day,
Her eyes dimmed grey, not blue.