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Nov 2011
I took a little spill and I scraped my knees.
I tumbled down the stairs,
and I fell into the street.
The bruises I could handle,
the cuts, the aches, the swells,
but when the blood dripped
from my mouth,
back down the hill I fell.
Emily Katherine
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Emily Katherine
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   Megan Hoagland
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