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May 2015
In 5th grade the boys
Would kick daisies
Behind the library
During lunch.

I sat on a hill
Quietly watching
Flowers shatter
In the air.

The bell would ring
And the boys would leave
And I'd dance in that golden mist
As it settled.
Lydia Brents
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Lydia Brents
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   Mike Essig and Kelley A Vinal
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