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By E. B. T.

Bouncing baby boy
He’s looking into my eyes
As if he knew me

Now love is a verb
It is something that you do
For me, you and them

Running in the sand
No shoes, my feet are burning
Feeling young again

Is it in my eyes
Can you hear it in my voice
Maybe I am new

All but for the bars
In the wind, sun on my face
I can’t reach the sky

By S. D., Menard, IL

Does the beetle know
Or care the name I call it?
Still, the way is clear

The rose bush blooming
Outside my prison window
Calls the bees to flight

Strangely the wind blows
Despite the clouds not moving
Emptiness does that

Resting bird watches
As a summer morn goes by
Gentle breeze stirring

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