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Created on: April 20, 2008
Playing in the Sprinkler
When rain
falls up
caught
in whirl winds,
whipping water
washes
over
small bodies.
Wild
half clad
creatures
small humans
flail arms
like water fowl,
jump over
spraying jets.
Laughter
on a late
July afternoon
a young mother
screams
sodden joy,
as sprinkler
is turned
on her.
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