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APPEARANCES
TO THE CONTRARY
by Sara Holbrook
http://www.saraholbrook.com/
I gripped my fists
And ran in place,
stuck out my tongue
and squinched my face.
Made boo-boo lip
and slammed the door,
crossed my arms
and stomped the floor.
You tried to talk,
I ran and hid.
Why do you
treat me like a kid?
"Appearances to the Contrary" from Wham! It's a Poetry Jam
by Sara Holbrook (Wordsong, an imprint of Boyds Mills Press,
2002). Reprinted with the permission of Boyds Mills Press,
Inc. Text copyright (c) 2002 by Sara Holbrook.
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