Jane Inyallie

Oh, where have you gone?
Centennial Baby Doll.

Rumours were rampant. There
was much speculation as to
where you had gone. Stories
were colourful, you were seen
many places, doing many things.

Your laughter still echoes
across the lake. Playing
with water, blowing through
trees. Teasing the ears of
children.

When you left everyone missed
you. They had no one to blame.
No one to make the brunt of
their lewd joke. Then, they
realized there was more to you
than they thought.

Something was missing. The magic
and spontaneity you carried left
with you. There were a few
attempts to try and replace

it, but it never worked with

those who tried it.

The village was quiet, there
were no fiery dances on the
lake. It has been that way
since you left. The mischief
makers of the village have
grown up.

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