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Blow Me Home

Old book, new shoes
Breaking free, and now I’m loose
Blow, blow me home
News sitting on the tip of my tongue
The tip of my pen
Spewed the thoughts onto flattened trees
That I pass,
Green and waving in the breeze that
Blow, blows me home

Blow Me Home

Old book, new shoes
Breaking free, and now I’m loose
Blow, blow me home
News sitting on the tip of my tongue
The tip of my pen
Spewed the thoughts onto flattened trees
That I pass,
Green and waving in the breeze that
Blow, blows me home

Meg Shepherd, 15

Seattle

 
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