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Teen Cusp: 2David HowardElevenOn the beach bleached sheep bones let me know The macrocarpa that Grandpa planted, Billy and the wind blows until his face is red I hope God won't notice. * Billy is barefoot and careful a hopscotch patch. he beats me because off balance. And I fall It sounds like an outboard against the tide's quiet. * Already walked in all the puddles – no sense he would he should have. I waited until the school bell. I pulled up my socks and ran I found penis testicles and incomprehension. * We finished the tomatoes, carefully not to spill Billy tried to catch my breath – too far ahead. cut bruises from the fruit, bit
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