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Brilliant Orange

“a puddle!” I thought while

Walking

next to the water.

Only

when I focused

With

my eyes did I think to

Myself

“oh wait, that’s a pond”

 

every day following,

I

walked by this pond and

Realized

one day that

The Reason

i am always late

For

class (and for

Life

in general)

Is

stopping to see the

Beauty

everyone else passes by.

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molly-morgan
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Published
Feb 7, 2010
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