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Dec 2014
And she sat
Still as a stone
Rigid in her responsibility
Blocking the rif and the raff
Bouncing in and out of her eyesite
She sat
Alone, stoic
More than she should ever have to know
Like a rung
On a ladder
Her mother clinging on
She is the ground
She sits

My daughter
Proud, and alone
Red Starr
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Red Starr
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