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Jul 2010
No one bothered asking my opinion
when the water tower bent and swayed with the wind.
We sat up there for long hours,
waiting.
For what, I am not sure.
But I stayed there with them during those hours and when finally
the question was raised,
as it always was,
no one asked me
nor did I care.
Meagan Berry
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Meagan Berry  27/F/Las Vegas, NV
(27/F/Las Vegas, NV)   
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