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Apr 2014
Do pricetags hang from our wrist,
Displaying our worth, on some tiny list?
Bearing a value, we somehow hold
Waiting for the day, our sign says sold.

But when is our value defined
Does it accumulate over time?
Is it confirmed at our birth
Or do we have to prove ourselves with our time here on Earth.
Megan Wilcox
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