April 22, 2009
By Hosanna BRONZE, Alexandria, Minnesota
Hosanna BRONZE, Alexandria, Minnesota
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Our books
Resting on the wooden table,
We lean forward
And shell the hard-boiled eggs,
Letting the yolks slip to the ground, for the dog,
And the breaking whiteness
Collects in a tidy pile,
The dog does his job well
According to you, elder brother,
He likes them a little rare, with pepper

The clock hits ten
And in peaceful silence
I told you I loved you
Through shelled eggs, our common ground of books, a hungry dog
Never spoken before

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on Jul. 30 2010 at 11:59 am
Imaginedangerous PLATINUM, Riverton, Utah
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Yeah, sometimes siblings are annoying, but mostly they're awesome. Good job.

Naomi said...
on May. 11 2009 at 1:51 pm
wow this shows a powerful connection between you and your brother


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