| Little Brother BY MARIE TOZIER |
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| We played once, at the shore A flock of gulls Littered the coastline. When I find myself Missing you, I Return to that scene. Pink, knobby knees Carried by webbed feet Play in the waves, Which break At the edge of ocean. The cool water, The breaking bubbles, And me. |
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