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  • Writer's pictureBethany Stimac


something i had heard

among the gossip of

the trees

in hurried-hushed


rumored through

the leaves

felt the flower-flushed

fields fell in love with

the breeze

while sometime between

the then and the now

a little ladybug asked

a why and a how

for death, it does not

want to dolefully bow

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