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Dec 2018
a page made of gold
secrets passed down
that are very old

written in ink
of finest ingredients
that could never sink

a clumsy kid
a bucket of paint
yes, she did.

a page made of gold
turned red
not so old

a group
gathered here
they pause
a cheer.
Written by
Bella  13/F/louisiana
(13/F/louisiana)   
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   Keith Wilson and JL Smith
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