October 24, 2009
By liz ward BRONZE, Easton, Maryland
liz ward BRONZE, Easton, Maryland
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my mind shudders like that of a camera, both capturing still shots of grass, of sky, turning stomachs turning eyes, I'm tossed from hand to hand, enslave Christmas, name a bail for spring, earase the first sights of the baby, sit still on the red and white checkered cloth of summer, watching the frosted surface of spilled kool- aid creeping closer, hoping you are water proof.

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