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Apr 14
She’s got
a skip
in her system—
spring-loaded joy
that flings her
hip to heel—
yeah no big deal.

The ground
says stop
when she says
hippity hop—
through puddles
past rules
eluding parking tickets
like a polite
disobedient girl.

Not even
the rain
can land
a hit—
the girl
with no diggity—
hop hop
hippity free.
Written by
November After Dark
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