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My Legs: Davis S.

By Madeline On June 26, 2016 · Add Comment
My legs
God, my legs.
They're still working
At least.
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A Rainbow is Made of Many Colors: Christina T.

By Madeline On June 16, 2016 · Add Comment
A rainbow is made of many colors
and nature should reflect us
In cities they see gray and squalor
But we are wildflowers growing in dust.
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Meeting My Friend: Arlene R.

By Madeline On June 1, 2016 · Add Comment
Meeting my friend
all dressed in
Pink
Is more fun than
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Trees. or concrete buildings, Fisher and Mindy

By Madeline On May 13, 2016 · Add Comment
Trees. or concrete buildings,
Please.
Mindy (my allergies are making me
SNEEZE)
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Upon My Feet: Kelsey L.

By Madeline On April 28, 2016 · Add Comment
upon my feet like it's
a brand new day
and
raindrops of sun
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I Found my Name Carved Into the Concrete: Julie H.

By Madeline On April 17, 2016 · Add Comment
I found my name
carved into the concrete
holding the slate paving stones
together on Bergen Street
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be kind: Sarah C.

By Madeline On April 8, 2016 · 1 Comment
be kind
if you can't be tall
be true
if you can't be rich
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The Weight of Simple Questions: Shapel M.

By Madeline On March 30, 2016 · Add Comment
the weight of simple questions
or the dark star
gravity of tiny hands
is enough to
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It’s Nice to Know: Adam E.

By Madeline On March 27, 2016 · Add Comment
It’s nice to know
That years from now
When we’re all old
And wondering how
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Infinity ! Sam P.

By Madeline On March 16, 2016 · Add Comment
Infinity !
Split down the middle
Twice as Large?
Twice as awe inspiring?
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