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Terror
The young boy who wants to be a doctor Sits alone in his room imagining. Just imagining.
The Pebble
There is a pebble in my shoe. sharp pain with each step I take On the upward swing of my right leg I give my foot a shake The pebble is loosened and I take A few sweet steps Absent of the stabbing in my sole
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