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Tripped Wrong

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Needless to say, in the land of Right, what could possibly go wrong?
A girl who was named Wrong, though her parent's tried, she got everything wrong,
She tried cooking, cleaning, mathematics, social skills, her studies, the list could go on…
-But I rather not.
Wrong was right in so many ways, though.
She could sing correctly, stand on her tip toes, balance forks vertically without hesitation,
That seemed all the wrongness in the world of Right.
Wrong was banned from Right, the night her Blumy Fish died.
Wrong was sent to off with nothing but her shoes, toothbrush and a magic candle,
Her Corrective Father gave her that Candle when she was ten, now it was a mere solitude of what she
Could have been.
Wrong traveled in the far northern Plates Mountains, to the Seas of Shattering, all the way to the Glass
Hills of Bubbles.
That is when she met her first friend, Trip.
Wrong and Trip chatted for hours over.. sympathetic things,
Like shoes with torn heels, skirts with holes in them, gloves with no fingers..
-Wrong in the Right.
Wrong asked of Trip's story, Trip began of the most terrible things to begin a story,
His parent's couldn't stand the sound of his voice, the wideness of his eyes, the color of his ears that
Were long as his body, Trip got his name from when he almost always tripped on his ears.
Wrong cried for Trip, Trip gave her a tight, boney hug and took her hand, saying how they could start a
Friendship and life of their own.
Wrong gladly accepted and continued her journey to the A-Wallowing Alcoves,
Wrong and Trip began building their house together, smiling as they went,
Trip made the boards as smooth and splinterless as possible,
While Wrong rightfully made the nails stab in to the planks nicely,
-you think there would be a good ending? Let me tell you something,
Wrong and Trip had a fight, Trip decided to have a two story house,
Wrong only wanted one.
So while the duo argued, a storm brewed in, whisking away all the hardship and work,
Placed in to that home.
Wrong had lived, she hadn't seen Trip anywhere, though she searched,
Trip had disappeared.
It's half a story.
Half a poem.
Trip and Wrong belong to (me)
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