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My personality was the last one picked for the kickball team It was shy, The one who stayed quiet In the chattering mob of students who Didn’t like me. “Why didn’t they like me?” Negative thoughts bombarded me On those lonely nights, Sitting on my fr

Bare Feet

By: Dylan Koval

A coin from a rich man,
A successful man, flutters into my jar.
A man with rich parents, and wealthy uncles.

I served in the war. 
Almost lost the sizzling spark of life.

A coin from a rich man,
A successful man, flutters into my jar,
A man with rich parents and wealthy uncles.
I served in the war. 
Almost lost the spark of life.
I came home a hero, bound to a wheelchair.