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I once was a child
Walking next to seemingly endless brick walls
Running my tender fingertips against the rough edges of the blocks
Slapping my tender feet against the hard sidewalk
Discovering a surprise
Threads of green with yellow stars on top
I once was a child
Who thought those weeds were the most beautiful flower I’d ever seen

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This poem came to me after looking at a high school senior’s photo in which they were standing next to a brick wall.
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SincerelyJoanWrites  43/F/Minnesota, USA
(43/F/Minnesota, USA)   
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