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May 24, 2011
We took the park path
to the river
past the stocked pond
that never seemed to contain fish
and the small swamp
that bustled of coos and caws that came from invisible sources
There were some children
on the swingset
on the way there
They faced the river
gently swaying with the wind
Their little eyes mirrored the sun
and then I was sure
I had dropped something along the way
I'm just not sure what it was.

I'm just not sure what it was.

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Imaginedangerous This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 25, 2012 at 3:21 pm
I like how you repeated the last line. Good work.
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