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Dec 2013
There they stand
in groups of twos or threes,
waiting for a hand
by the trees.
They are not exact,
but still the same.
Hopefully things will stay intact,
never being dead or lame.
Who do they wait for?
Maybe some shall see.
Another kind or
maybe a girl set free
from her dungeon down the hall,
into his arms she will fall.
Maegen Sheehan
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Maegen Sheehan
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