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The Trickster

April 29, 2009
By Kerry Witkus BRONZE, Mt.Prospect, Illinois
Kerry Witkus BRONZE, Mt.Prospect, Illinois
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The shore was dark and shaking.
The boy lay there, thinking.
His soul was dark and cold.
He thought about the next trick he was going to play,
Unaware that one was going to be played on him.
He sat on the shore, growing tired.
The sound of the water was like a lullaby to him.
He fell asleep
on the cold sand.
The next thing anybody knew, the sand turned dark red.
And the boy remained motionless, in a permanent deep sleep


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