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Thursday, March 6, 2014

MY STROLLER By Tran, age 9

Gleaming
in the sun,
Heart shaped 
spots dot
its nylon seat,
Blue 
as the Saigon
sky,
Its pillow 
puffed 
like a 
cloud,
lulling
me to sleep.
The wheels 
squeak as they
roll.
I had to 
leave it 
behind.
I did not get a new 
one

in America.

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