Anne,
one legged,
crutched herself
through passageway
and hall,
passed kitchen,
leg stump swaying,
green dress flowing,
out through
the French windows,
moving by me
in the doorway,
pushing by
the boss-eyed nun,
out into the garden,
shouting loudly:
WHERE’S
THE ****** SUN!
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Anne,
one legged,
crutched herself
through passageway
and hall,
passed kitchen,
leg stump swaying,
green dress flowing,
out through
the French windows,
moving by me
in the doorway,
pushing by
the boss-eyed nun,
out into the garden,
shouting loudly:
WHERE’S
THE ****** SUN!
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