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TwisterHe sat strapped into his chair like a shrunken scarecrow. / A motorized miniature from the Wizard of Oz, roaming the yellow brick road in his chrome chariot. / His clothes hung from his stick thin limbs like fresh wash on a clothesline.

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May 26, 2013

When You Were SmallWhen you were so small / you felt weightless in my arms. / I wanted to freeze the times

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Jun 2, 2013

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