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When I was little Grandpa bought me pretty music boxes with twirling ballerinas in pink leotards
dancing bears with figurines
when
I
who came
top hats alive
chose to wind the shiny metal knob
and
when
tall
I
set the gears in
chose
to
make
motion
the life-songs play
their light repetitions, repititions to break through the silence
for a time.
But no matter I
how
far
turned those shiny knobs
no matter how
fast
those ballerinas twirled those bears danced those gears turned at first,
the dance and songs
would always get slower and slower and slower
and
stop.
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Cassandra King, Honorable Mention