Miss Anne, Part 1/ editing still in progress/.

Their was a girl, she lived a long time ago

but she was real, real just like you and me and she was full of life.

Though alone she managed,

she used to pass the time by going on walks through the wood and whistling.

Its often quiet with her love gone, and missing him very dearly

and has been waiting quit some time for his arival home from war.

When she would think of him the toon would change,

when she would whistle it was almost bipolar how fast the melody could change.

Regardless she waited, and waited, and waited until one day

she reseived a letter in the mail.