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Quietly

January 24, 2011
By Rachel617 SILVER, Framingham, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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It was a small moment really,
The boys crowded around,
Luis sat quietly.

“My mom is dead,” he said shyly,
Luis’ eyes watched the ground,
It was a small moment really.

The boys were laughing loudly,
They were making all the sound,
Luis sat quietly.

“He grabbed her hair and threw her quickly,
This is why she has that cut I found,”
It was a small moment really.

She had not died, but I still ask patiently,
Why is this moment so profound?
It was a small moment really,
Luis sat quietly.

© Dawn Grace R., Barrigada, Guam

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A young boy at my work inspired this.
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