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Feb 2013
Brown ponytail:
as long as she’s been alive,
sandy like
hot straw as she pedaled that baby blue bike.
In that moment,
when she looked the other way,
she lost the ability to say,
"Only one more mile."
Because she was just a pile
Of cherry red mush.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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