I think of you, how it was done,
You the object of someone's fun,
With your turned up ski-jump nose,
And your careless funny poise,
Innocence upon your face,
Gone forever, no more grace,
Stories too sad to ever say,
Oh, how I miss you every day.
My sweet one no longer plays,
Robbed of carefree laughing days,
Preditors around the school,
Blatantly broke the golden rule,
Online so cleverly they walked,
Pedophiles lured and stalked,
Loved one now buried
in the ground,
Sick, disturbed guilty ones were found,
Bad internet cons addicted,
Grand Jury eventually convicted.
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