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Mar 2018
How she stood there,
the microphone in her hand
projected her voice far.

The podium stood tall with
shining wood that glimmered
in the sun. Her beaming voice.

Speaking loud put the crowd in awe:
the echo of her voice jumping
between the people.

How she walked away
when the crowd cheered
loudly. That applause.
Written by
Abigail
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