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Two Little Hands
Blocks fill the back of the toy truck Two little hands pushing it along the carpet Stopping when a block falls Animal figurines, puppets, and hot wheels Packed neatly in their rainbow bins Dress up items lay on a rocking chair A doctor outfit, a dentist, and a firefighter Legos scattered all over the play…
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Caribbean Grass Sea Sponge by Julie Binder
The Caribbean Grass Sea Sponge has a durability like a well worn jacket, and is always consistently present. It can live up to 5,000 years old. It seems like everytime you open the coat closet it is there staring back at you. It is very durable, long lasting, and tough. It takes everything in and…
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Then Him by Sariah Pietz
Gentle smilesSweet words warm hugs“I’ve got you’ he says The faint smell of smoke on his jacketsSprays his cologne on mineA reminder of him wherever I am He touches my hairWinds his fingers throughLike threads of gold
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Ode to LeBron James by Jackson Wolfe
Oh my glorious king!A basketball god sent straight from heavenJumping high like a springSending opponents into depression. You dunk so hard, you make them stareYou pass, shoot, and lead your teamSlashing through defenders like airWinning rings just like a dream.Lebron you are my champion Getting buckets left and rightAttacking the lane with aggressionYou never go…
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Two Poems by Natalie Mullen
When I Wake Up When I wake up,I think of my time with you.That sweet, light pink, soft flaky cerealMelting in my mouth early in the morningBefore school. You yelled at meTo brush my teeth and get ready, but I loved the chaos.But the clock turned too quickly, and hit the time you went just…
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Bright Yellow Fish by Anonymous
You will find meIn the most peaceful wayI feel you close to me thereWaded knee deep with a breeze so calmI feel your hand when I castBecause you’re the one that taught me toYou walk with the rift step carefully on the sandYou have to find that calm spot between the bank and the stoneAnd…
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Two Poems by Max Fortman
Meeting Little You You were sitting in the atticplaying with your Legos.I carefully sat next to you.So as to not disturb the towers you were building.“Do we have friends?”I told you about the people we met,how they line our memories likeshimmering stones at the bottom of a river.You placed a white brick on the wall…
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Two Poems by Madison Bootie
Deuxième Place Like a moth drawn to a flame,She stared at the 101 rested beside the excellent,In bright yellow ink.It said “Excellent!” not “Good Job” Her chest’s metronome slowed,and her shaky leg reduced to a tremble. She looked to her friend,Showing them her grade.Her genuine smile,Became one that was stitched,As she saw the 102 rested…
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