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I wake up and dress,
just a normal day in March.
I put on my shoes and run out the door,
just a normal day in March.
The bus pulls up and off to school I go.
Just a normal day in March.
In gym class I am pummeled,
a ball to my face, not that irregular,
just a normal day in March.

I walk to the nurse to fetch an icepack.
The nurse calls my mom,
to tell her what has happened.
The nurse starts acting weirdly,
over the phone.
I assume it’s just a normal day in March.

I get home from school to messages,
on the machine.
My mom wants for me to call her.
This still seems like just a normal day,
in March.
I call my mom, her voice is upset.
My brother had been hit by an oncoming car.
He was alive with a broken femur.
This was not just another day in March.

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