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Oct 2016
I drew a little picture
but hid it behind my back
to hide it from the world
covered in gray and black
I brought the picture with me
Everywhere I went
but no one would ever see
the picture now creased and bent
I walked a little farther
and ended up in the world I drew
Where everything is always colorful
and the grass is sometimes blue.
Kaila Sullivan
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Kaila Sullivan  Arizona
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