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On a pink piece of paper with blue lines
I wrote a poem. I called it Gucci, because that was the name of my dog, and that’s what it was all about. My teacher gave me an A and a gold star. And my mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to my aunts. And that was the year my sister was born with tiny toenails and red curly hair. Mother and Father kissed a lot. And then the girl around the corner sent Maria a Valentine’s card with a row of X’s at the bottom and she had to ask Mommy what it meant. And Mommy was always there to tuck Maria in bed at night and was always home to do it.
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