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  Jack Conway
   
     
 
 
THE CONCRETE PINATA
 
Let me take a crack at that she says,
backs up and takes a swing.
 
Nothing.
 
There’s something wrong.
 
Juan, in a million tries, can’t make the prize inside fly free.
 
Oh, how the children wait so silently.
 
Jose, can you see what’s going on?
 
Next door we hear the children laugh and shout
as everything they ever dreamed of falls out.
They gather up what they can find.
 
We think we’ll try a bigger stick next time.
 
 

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