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Awakening to change
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Ants
She sat on a park bench near me
crushing ants with her dirty, stubby thumb.
She'd done it before.
You could tell by her smile
as she rolled tiny corpses
through a crack
to the dirt beside her feet.
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