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2d
Less than thirty years ago,
The last residential school closed.
I sit in the shelter cafeteria
And snack on a gift of bannock bread
While studying malnutrition, sutures, and
Average healing time for wounds.
This poem is both a snapshot/slice of life and a question.
K E Cummins
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