Kate Cornwell: Stories of my life

Kate Cornwell: Stories of my life


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The Ball

He would play any game that required a ball 

Especially when the leaves did fall 

Never wanting to go inside 

Except from a bully when he needed to hide 

Only then did he feel small 

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August 9, 2025
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