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Little girls can be sad Or is her blue gaze but fixed into the bubbling fountain caught in a tale that adults cannot grasp? Pops taps her shoulder We must go, he mutters Granny is waiting Little girls can be sad an ugly word a wrong dress an angry teacher a friend gone astray lack of purpose for a long walk downtown Little girls can be sad Holding grandpa's hand she performs a subdued dance to the music in her head not touching forbidden stones and without Pops noticing a quick splash in the puddle Little girls can be sad But not for long this time
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
Little Girls
Little girls can be sad Or is her blue gaze but fixed into the bubbling fountain caught in a tale that adults cannot grasp? Pops taps her shoulder We must go, he mutters Granny is waiting Little girls can be sad an ugly word a wrong dress an angry teacher a friend gone astray lack of purpose for a long walk downtown Little girls can be sad Holding grandpa's hand she performs a subdued dance to the music in her head not touching forbidden stones and without Pops noticing a quick splash in the puddle Little girls can be sad But not for long this time
First publication Sep 28, 2017, www.facebook.com/a.henslo.poetry
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
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