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Under the Stairs

Under the Stairs by Caitlin McLeod Young Poets on the Underground ' She has a small shop under the stairs where I buy black beads and velvet cloth and the little pleasures of a shiny green apple sticker. But I am older now and I act as if I don't remember what it was like to pretend because she is my sister and I am alone. The blue airplane has no wheels. The bucket filled with yellow stars has no handle. The pinwheel does not turn. I like those best because they are like me.'

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