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stick to your guns

crayons maybe

I cannot imagine
how many people
must see your pretty face.

Just around,
at school,
or waiting for a bus
near the circle.

People who will then go home
and paint, write,
and try other various arts and crafts
in an effort to enjoy
that same feeling
just one more time.


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