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Jan 2017
Green little brother
throwing up because
he's too drunk
and he cut his hand,
never been brave with blood.

Green to buy greens
asking brother what he means.
Grass stained pants from mowing yards.
Been buying grass, been working hard.

Green grass, brother
do you remember being home?
The way dad let the fields grow
are the blades still tall as we are?
Let's go back so we can know.
Kelsey
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