Poetry Contest Entry

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~By Anna Elizabeth Robertson

I think I threw it
Down in the gutter
So I would never
Get it back
The fish could have it
Swallow it up
In a voracious gulp
Algae under
Attack
I thought, if it could only
Wash away
In the salty restless sea
I would never be chained down
To the reflection
That is me

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