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Jun 2012
A thorn,
Barbed and tearing my flesh.
Others only see the outer thorn,
They pull on it.
Not seeing the hooks inside.
A religious ed. teacher talked about darts and such in class, got inspired
Eliza Jane
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Eliza Jane  australia
   K Balachandran
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