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In 5th grade the boys Would kick daisies Behind the library During lunch. I sat on a hill Quietly watching Flowers shatter In the air. The bell would ring And the boys would leave And I'd dance in that golden mist As it settled.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Spring
In 5th grade the boys Would kick daisies Behind the library During lunch. I sat on a hill Quietly watching Flowers shatter In the air. The bell would ring And the boys would leave And I'd dance in that golden mist As it settled.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
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