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Puddles

April 26, 2017
By sandygoldshteynn SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
sandygoldshteynn SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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Puddles surround me like a moat,

If only now, my feet could float.

I step into one, my feet all wet.

For this, I believe, I was not set.

But as I feel dry parched land,

And dig my feet into the sand

I realize that my new notion

is now, I can cross the ocean.



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