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hide and seek

hide and seek


one thousand and one

one thousand and


my head pressed against the bark

on the tree by the pond side

where the ducks quack back

at the boy with the ball

whose dreams are

not yet fully formed


two one thousand and three

one thou


sat by the brown muddy water

with schoolbooks spilling from bags

a kiss on the cheek

and we carve ...

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