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May 2010
friday afternoon
hands raised
still colored and stained
with the paint
from yesterday

sitting
fidgeting
not wanting to wait

I live for this day


standing there
watching the same
the day
for which I live
day after day

asked to stand
in front of them

and so I say

for show-and-tell
I brought my best friend
Written 11/17/03
Written by
Christine
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