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ABC Language

Playing mind games with my mind. Wet puzzles glued with Frankenstein's brain. Rustled paper. Kindergarten hands. Round crisp newspaper faces that look familiar to me. Painted bowls. Rose's stems. 12th grade rulers. Now I long for those school year days. Plastic glue carved around the art teacher's head a masterpiece. Erasers for our tongue and we learned how to speak ABC language.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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