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This is a follow up from the other poem, Late Night Delivery.

Late Night Delivery, Part 2

Hope grew up to be an adorable child
She touched many hearts whenever she smiled
Her resolution for her life’s eighteenth year
Was to fulfill her dream of a dancing career
Her mother’s advice before her life was gone
Was to stop seeing that man who acted like an ex con
His plan to help Hope might lead her astray
His laughter was ominous, like a predator to prey
Hope’s champagne hair shined from the distant sun
Her life was in the balance of a fate just begun.