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 Feb 2015 David W Clare
L
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 Feb 2015 David W Clare
L
You held my hand in the darkness
and I felt like
I
was
*flying
I dream memories in black and white

**
Leigh
when i sit in class and i look around
i see how people are better then me
like the way they walk
the way they talk
the way they are smarter then me
the way they have friends
the way everything is different
but when i look at myself i see pain
i see no friend
i see weak, dumb, stupid
i see things that other people  might not
sometimes i wish i was like other people and not have to worry
I cook the meals
wash the dishes
wash clothes
do the ironing
the sweeping
the mopping
the vacuuming
dusting
knock down webs
clean the toilets
make the beds
...
shoot..
I do everything
that a maid does
and then some
where's MY money?
Each spring miracle  .  .  .
Trees blessed by caterpillars gifts,
  .  .  .  Holey hands of leaves.
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