Knee-jerk
She felt her knee twich underneath the thin,
scratchy blanket,
She looked up to the doctor's eyes and said,
"Shut up and sing to me"
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I am constantly looking to the future where I can potentially be happy or happier, while sometimes ignoring the love that is all around me constantly. I have two younger sisters who I adore along with lovely parents and animals on our farm. I simply wish to grow in my writing ability and hopefully give support to others giving their art to the world.
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