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Sep 2013
Somewhere in the slums
A little brown kid
With threadbare shorts
And bullet hole
Riddled
Shirt

Dances
Like the perfect
Fred Astaire wind up toy.

He grins like a brightly lit jack-o-lantern.

His cheeks are muddy
But
He grins
Wider and wider
Still,

Looking gratefully
At the sky.
I just need to be reminded that the world's ratio of hugs per gunshot wound is still very, very high.
Jedd Ong
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Jedd Ong
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