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Needles

I tell my husband how I saw needles, Hypodermic and laying, On the side of the road, Dumped there from a trash can Overturned on trash day. Which side, my husband asks me, And he is looking at our bed, … Continue reading

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Words

My son does not have a lot of language, and His older brother finds me in the laundry room, Taking wet clothes out of the washing machine, The arms and hearts of our shirts heavy, because He is asking me, … Continue reading

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