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The school art show was in May 2001 and I entered, among other things, a clay turtle with a removable shell and a collection of quilts that I had sewn. I thought for sure that my turtle would win because I had painstakingly carved a lizard and butterfly on the top of the shell and then painted a mirror image of the lizard and butterfly inside the turtle. However, another girl's ceramic hand (quite crudely carved with the paint just slapped on) won first place and I was crushed because, in my opinion, this girl had not cared at all about the class or the show whereas I had worked very hard in the Ceramics class and in the show. I came home and wrote this poem. But there is a happy ending because that night when my family and returned, we discovered that I had won first place for the best overall collection of the sewing department. Disappointment Not wanting to look Yet dying to know, I sneak a glance to haughtily judge the competition, But the winner has already been chosen. It is not me. Someone else's piece, Apparently more worthy, Bears the coveted blue ribbon While mine sits dumbly, Silently, unadorned. I stare blankly for a moment Then drift aimlessly. The show holds nothing for me now. 
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