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Dec 2015
The brick and the window
I pick up this red brick.
It was so heavy to lift.
Square in size with little marks.
The window nice and clean.
Shine as the sun hit it.
I throw the brick at the window. Hearing it hit.
As it bounced off the window to the ground.
The brick breaks as it hits the ground. The window was bullet proof.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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