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Volume One Issue Two

Katerina Stoykova-Klemer

Stones

… Yes I hid In the bushes By the river With the kids And we did Throw stones At the donkey … Because The boys Handed me rocks And we didn't know Whose donkey it was … Yes I saw It was tied With a rope When it tried to run And I did feel pity But they told me It often kicked people … Yes I regret Throwing rocks But I couldn't toss Very strong So I don't think My stones hit it