Poetry Wednesday

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The school yard was quiet,
She and her book were the only two there.

Leaves fell silently as a gentle spring breeze blew them from their home.

She wasn’t really reading though,
It was her safeguard to make sure no one talked to her if they happened to walk by.

Sweet scenarios filled her mind,
Like the sappy love stories we are all too embarrassed to like.

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