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Poem, Golden Hammer ...................................Kiska Corrigan-Hoaglin ’22

Golden Hammer

Kiska Corrigan-Hoaglin ’22

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If I were a window sill You’d slam the glass, crack, and leave it still Waiting with the broken pane Wishing you were still the same

The inside window sill is cold I’m afraid the wood is old And you come in, with a golden hammer And tear me away, before I can stammer

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