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Dec 2011
Outgrown
Sometimes,
I wish I were a plastic toy.
Inexpensive, but cheerful.
Why did we outgrow those things?
I would trade the pricey seriousness of my pearls
Any day now
For some cheap happiness.
Abigail
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Abigail
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   Josué Molina
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