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Inner voices

Poetry by area teens

Poetry by area teens

September 06, 2005

Logic



By LYDIA HADFIELD

There once was a man named Tate,

Who thought luck was a matter of fate,

Never won, never lost,

Or had his hopes tossed,

Never started 'cause it was too late.




Loneliness



By LYDIA HADFIELD

Loneliness

Is a detached blue.

It happens when soul

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drifts on open ocean

and squints at distant shore.

It sounds like wind through trees

or an anonymous city block.

It smells like cold pavement and frost.

Loneliness.

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