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Ballerina With Fins


Childish Curiosity


Little girl
pink frock,
touches Death:
a morbid
old man,
ever so
lightly
with the
wondering sparkling
wand of
infantile
curiosity.

Submitted: Thursday, March 09, 2006
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  • Melvina Germain (9/1/2006 1:19:00 AM)

    Yes, death would certainly be a curiosity to the young, hopefully they keep that burried in their minds and don't act upon it. Excellent poem, Ballerina With Fins---Melvina (Report) Reply

  • K. Jared Hosein (3/13/2006 12:04:00 AM)

    I liked this. So many of us are so.. haphazard and risky when we are infants, willing to lean towards danger and death simply because of our misunderstanding of it. It is a trait that seems to dissipate in the most of us as we get older.

    - K. (Report) Reply

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