Tectonic Plates


There once was a girl with short hair

When she walked by, they often would stare

It was blazing red

Like fire on her head

When they joked she did not care


There once was a girl who loved singing

She sang when her heart was stinging

She jammed with her mates

Like they moved tectonic plates

With the energy their voices were bringing


There once was a girl with three sisters

They were known as the world’s best plot twisters

They talked and they laughed

Like it was their craft

As they vowed never to find four misters


There once was a Latter Day Saint

Who rarely had a complaint

Since all of her grief

Was stifled by belief

With her joy there was no restraint

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