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February 21, 2017
By princessken GOLD, Sussex, Wisconsin
princessken GOLD, Sussex, Wisconsin
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I hear birds and crawl from my bed,
following the scent of breakfast
I mope to the barn, weary and cold.
I grab a hay bale, and drag it.
My grandma stops. “The story is done.”
I hear birds again, singing in freedom.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called "Sijo."


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