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tongue twister

Click here to read this poem in Devil’s Lake

I’m probably just the wrong
size for certain
disasters. Like the tornado
sweeping up the woman as she seeks shelter in the
police station with her husband and
baby. My mommy went away in the
wind. My mommy went away in the wind. He
will grow up and write this
poem. I really didn’t understand much of any-
thing until now. It was like going away in a
wind to be alive the wind would carry me sweep even my
thoughts into a shape I could never predict or fathom I
surprised myself but couldn’t help
myself I could leap I could crumble I wanted to

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