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Aug 2011
Life throws me in a hole.
I crawl out-
dirt under my fingernails,
gravel stuck in my knees.

I rise.
I grow.
I learn,
and I prosper,
again.

The gravel will exude itself
in a few years
without splendor.

It reminds me
though
that it's all a big trial.

I cherish the gravel.
Tianna Elise Lind
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Tianna Elise Lind
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