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Reprieve

By Caleb Nolen Poetry

Hey oldhead, a voice called out, you want to go?

No, thank you, I said and raised my hand as if he’d asked me
to sign a petition.

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Reprieve

By Caleb Nolen Poetry

When I fought Ryan in the cafeteria I only hit him
three times before Mr. Coleman grabbed my shoulder

and pushed me against the wall.

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