make it impossible to keep her loss at arm's length. No child can live in her neighborhood and not know the decay, the danger, but she chose to see something else. Her poem reflects the whimsy of young girls across America, the kind whose hair is still six shades of shiny and who skip through the day with hearts about to burst with the simple joy of being alive.from The Plain Dealer: Losing Cookie was everyone's loss
also The Plain Dealer: A poem by Asteve' "Cookie" Thomas
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