Future Reflections Fall 2000, Vol. 19 No. 4

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The Blind Kidís Cane

by Jesse Bollinger

I am a blind kidís cane.

I hate it when Iím tapped against the ground.

I hate getting stuck in the cracks of the floor and bumping into legs.

Oh, No, No, not the wall!

Wack! Ou-Ou-Ouch!

But sometimes Iím happy like when he lays me on Mrs. Mitchellís floor and I fall asleep.

One more thing...I love being rolled across the floor by Jesseís foot.

It makes me laugh.

Jesse wrote this poem when he was 11. He lives in Pennsylvania and is now 15, and, as his mother wrote, ďhas gone through many a cane.Ē

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