Disclaimer:
This poem was written by Renotta as a gift. Nobody better take it from my web page. ;-) It's very special to me and it's the most precious thing ever.

Thank you, Renotta for the awesome poem. Who would I send my randomness to if I didn't have you? I'd be lost in my randomness without you. Thank you, baby!

Please enjoy everybody!
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Little Red Hope
By
Renotta


I was walken the pathway, enjoyen the day,
Watching butterflies dancing in play,
When here come a walken,
Little Red Hope a talken,
Lost in her own random world.

She stopped by a tree,
And got down on her knee,
Started a preachen,
Just like she was teachen,
The birds the quote of the day.

For Little Red Hope was a bard in the raw,
She made up stories of all that she saw,
An idea would pop in her head on its own,
In minutes she was yaking with friends on the phone,
Trying to get some feedback.

And when in the sixth grade she told a grand tale,
About a donkey, a fish, and a snail,
It was quite the hit with the crowd that day,
And the bards and the people begged her ta stay,
To share a few random stories...

The speed that the words flew from her lips,
The cute way she rested her hands on her hips,
On and on she weaved her stories,
Told of love, of fate, and the life's glories,
She was very popular that day.

Now Red Hope is grown and done moved away,
But the townfolk left here still talk of that day,
And if ya'll are lookin for that mumblin muse,
She's on the ex-Guards list payen her dues,
Still mumbling Random thoughts to herself.
~RB

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