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Of lost things: both that can never be found, and that uncover themselves by choice.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 55 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-26-11 - id: 2936885
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The farmer's tan leaving,
On her way out.
But she stops
And looks back for a moment
At everything she's leaving:
Her old rookie's still trying and crying,
Her freshmen laughing as hard as ever.
Like everyone remaining,
The podium speaks her name again.
And she can't help but come back.
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