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She fell up on the gravel road
and bloodied her small knee.
A trickle there and from the eyes:
a sight which wounded me.
Sometimes you need to make a fuss
about the little things
A bandaid, ointment, and a hug,
and now we’re right as rain.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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