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Jan 2014
Orange,
Yellow,
Pink,
And red.

These are the colors,
I turn when I am dead.

Smirking,
Giggling,
And laughing.

This is what I hear,
From my friends.

Twisting,
And turning.

Is what happens to me,
When I fall from the tree.

Thud!

Is what I feel,
When I have reached,
My last resting place,
For me to sleep.
Matthew Miklavcic
Written by
Matthew Miklavcic  CIncinnati, Ohio
(CIncinnati, Ohio)   
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