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As A Child

The things that seemed
could not be bought
were often found in a ditch—
some shining paper foil,
a penny I would spot
all stashed away in the straw.

As a child I dreamed
as a child. I thought
our family struck it rich
when I discovered oil
in our own backyard lot
after the spring thaw.

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