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March 22, 2012

we stood on the porch and gossiped
you are not boy crazy
quietly, you applied for a money job
after volunteering all day at the zoo
you are so done needing me
little, no more

this summer, driven crazy like coffee:
places, work, things to do
amazed, flawed, independent, and you --
annie, annie it’s ok
mommy, mommy, it's --
today you are sixteen

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