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Dec 2019
The stork is ready
to begin the hunt
but there is a string
around my neck
holding me still
I grab the fish near me
but I cannot swallow
for the string is to tight
my ambition is the fish
but they are far away
and the string is so short
Written by
Julianna  14/F/NY
(14/F/NY)   
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