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Friday, February 26, 2010
The Arm
The Arm
A doll's pink, broken-off arm
was floating in a pond
the man had come to with his dog.
The arm had no sad child nearby
to say it was hers, no parent to rescue it
with a stick or branch
Stephen Dunn
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