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The Boy on the Bench

November 14, 2013
By Samantha Quijano SILVER, Morgan Hill, California
Samantha Quijano SILVER, Morgan Hill, California
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His name I did not catch
But he had a face that was hard
to match,
Nor by age marred.

I thought he seemed slightly pale
Sitting alone in the wood,
Hidden behind the veil
Of his darkened hood

When I came close enough to touch
He held his hands in
I couldn't see much
And speech I could not win

His name I did not catch
But I knew he had a face that was hard
to match,
Nor by age marred.

I asked him please and could I see
And when he did lift his head
A tremor went through me.
The boy was dead.



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