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This morning one of my ninth grade students Is showing off her sonogram With the same excitement and enthusiasm I used to see in my daughter when she was showing off a new Barbie doll With it’s glittering gown and open toed plastic heels. I tilt the image this way and that - Hypnotized by the light That dances on and off of the black glossy surface Just the way it did when I was a kid Shaking the magic eight ball Waiting for a glimpse of the answers That I knew were going to emerge from the shadows.
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Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
Being Young
This morning one of my ninth grade students Is showing off her sonogram With the same excitement and enthusiasm I used to see in my daughter when she was showing off a new Barbie doll With it’s glittering gown and open toed plastic heels. I tilt the image this way and that - Hypnotized by the light That dances on and off of the black glossy surface Just the way it did when I was a kid Shaking the magic eight ball Waiting for a glimpse of the answers That I knew were going to emerge from the shadows.
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Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
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