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lily
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
just a storm
Pretty faces in the dirt
yellow petals shorn
sky above whipping wild
suddenly a thunder storm tore everything from August
cracking supple limbs
bees still sleep in the bouquet
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kendra bobowick is writing my story
I'm a year old and have some problems: Lyme, ear infections, and trouble retaining my food. My name is Lily.
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