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Word count: 100.
She didn’t know much about Ciara,
Who said to her simply,
“For papa’s wood carving.”
Miss Betty had seen Ciara in her hardware store before.
The towns folk all had theories about her.
Said she only ventured out,
Some mused she was touched, reclusive,
A failure, eccentric…
Papa was highly respected in town.
Tonight at his 30th anniversary as town mayor,
the people, all assembled…
Ciara, on stage, tapped the mic,
A speech she had prepared.
“For my Papa.”
Unveiling an intricately carved pillar.
For just this morning they knew,
It was only a log.