Where

March 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

Perhaps they ran from the home they knew
to a world outside beneath a sky big and blue

Perhaps they grew tired of such a predictable plot
a more passionate life, they urgently sought

Or maybe they felt abandoned, or perhaps even lost
so they fled the scene entirely, not considering cost

For adventure or relief, perhaps they truely searched
trying to find utopia, or a brand new place to perch

Maybe news of opportunity came by word-of-mouth
so they all caught a train and headed down south

Or they could have simply spilled out onto the floor
and scampered quickly toward the nearest open door

But I guess I’ll never find out the true cause of this event
It will forever be a mystery where all my bobby-pins went

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