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Apr 2013
A silver van passes every day with boys wearing
the thousand mile stare
and one boy wears a red sweater,
rocks forward
rocks back
like a maroon buoy in tempest waves
tossed by turbulet wind
he stares forward, lost in a storm unseen.
Lindy
Written by
Lindy  Alabama
(Alabama)   
697
   Gary Muir
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