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Missing Missy

Knew her since
she was this big

falling in ditches,
knocking things over.

Most of the time
covered in grits and eggs.

Now, she’s off somewhere
helping all

the girls get
their lines right,

and making the world
safe to dance in.

–August 27, 2017

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