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Mar 2019
I check-

No one’s looking.
An acorn is the only sound
I hear while falling to the ground.
I leap from my tree;
But I’m not quite free;
There’s a lasso around

My neck-
Jessica MacDonald
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Jessica MacDonald  15/F
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