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Jan 2012
I can gather up all of the first place ribbons I have
and knit a pair of socks to keep my feet warm
and although that pair would be scratchy
I would wear holes in them anyway
and my toes would peek out and say hello to winter

But who am I kidding?
I would probably end up cutting one of the ribbons as I knit
and the whole thing would unravel anyway.

So what's the point of winning first place at all?
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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