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By JACKIE V., Wellesley, MA
A huddled clump of rags;
why?
A soaking mass of flesh and bones;
why?
No cardboard box to crawl in;
why?
No bare-boned scraps;
why?
I DON'T KNOW
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
mafe said...
Sept. 29, 2008 at 1:32 pm:
Sept. 29, 2008 at 1:32 pm:
i like your poem because is differenet than other one =)
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