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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Phoebe Prince</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">An immigrant from County Clare<br>brought to this harsher clime-<br>Phoebe Prince, an Irish rose, <br>a gentle heart and mind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">First used, and then discarded<br>by one boy, then another.-<br>Object of the mean girl’s scorn<br>Phoebe was “the outsider”<br>           On the last day of her short life<br>They hounded her from school.<br>The girl they called the “Irish slut”<br>was made to feel the fool..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her sister, Lauren, found her body<br>hanging lifeless in the hall.<br>Befriended by nobody<br>Phoebe chose to end it all</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And on the day they held her wake<br>Those monsters held their dance<br>A debutante cotillion<br>for a troop of soulless tramps.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She’s buried here in County Clare<br>because the Ocean's waves<br>separate her from the harpies<br>who drove her to the grave</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>