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by Linda Ann Nickerson

LIFTOFF!

Vacation, of course, can be sweet,
And getting away is a treat.
But boarding a jet,
With a stomach upset,
Can cause all your guts to secrete.

We went on a family jaunt,
To visit our favorite haunt.
But on the way back,
A sudden attack
Soon left us all but nonchalant.

My preschooler started to keen,
And turned a unique shade of green.
She let out a whine,
I said, "You'll be fine,"
And then she created a scene.

I reached in the seat pocket there,
To grab the wee sack with a prayer,
But it was too late,
For right from the gate,
We'd entered an airborne nightmare.

The tot launched a turbulent gag,
As I tried, the steward to flag.
And then in a flash,
She tossed up her hash,
And I was left holding the bag.

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Poetry: Left holding the bag

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by Linda Ann Nickerson

LIFTOFF!
Vacation, of course, can be sweet,
And getting away is a treat.
But boarding a jet,
With a stomach upset,
Can cause
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The last day of my Coffee Shop was here.
Her I sit,
In this shop of mine;
Sitting here patiently,
Biding time;
I am content,
This
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I grew up on streets that were covered in glass
I grew up knowing not to sass
I didn't have a father or a Mother
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by Elizabeth Stewart

Yeah, ain't that a kick in the teeth...
This is different.
Any other time, any other person,
I would just walk away.
I've
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by Adam Smith

Left holding the bag
The very small bag of weed
The endless fun of the night before
Has been reduced to stems and seeds
Nothing
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