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Vita Exolvuntur

  • Writer: greenspringreviews
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  • May 1
  • 1 min read

Updated: May 8

by Tina Spurgeon

(This page is for the poem with this title. To view the short film of the same name, of which Tina was one of several filmmakers, see here.)

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I was made in a factory

bright yellow and bold

to bring joy to a girl

in the bath, stories told

I floated on waters

in bubbles and glee

shared secrets and laughter

just her and me.

but then came her mother

with a frown on her face

“I've found too many toys, dear, it’s time to make space.”

I was tossed from her hands

my adventures now done, 

into the dark trash bin, no more laughter, no fun.

I was tossed in the landfill, beneath piles so high.

but then fate took a turn, as the winds blew and swirled,

to a pond I was carried, 

to a soft, rippling world.

though i’m just a duck made of plastic and hue

in hearts I still float, forever brand new.

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