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Five-year-old May,
just starting to escape Autism,
comes to my side,
taps fingers on the aluminum trash can
next to old desk,
looks at me,
smiles,
and May says,
"DRUM".
just starting to escape Autism,
comes to my side,
taps fingers on the aluminum trash can
next to old desk,
looks at me,
smiles,
and May says,
"DRUM".
Published 16th Jun 2024
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