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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Quotes from the 1960 movie, Pollyanna: Pollyanna: Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people? Jimmy: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree. Pollyanna: You could also fall and hurt yourself badly. You shouldn't play in trees. Jimmy: That's stupid. Don't you believe in God? Pollyanna Impregnated with positivity…relishes wide toothed smile. Lips, cherubic-pink…so courteous…chin tilted godward. O this angelic pekingese courts the sinner for their own good. “Impertinent child,” man, woman, and gut, clench in good grief. The sun rises on her, never sets — vainglorious retch. Still…crystal illumination twinkles rainbows and puppy dogs. In the big house, rent free, Pollyanna roams the rooftop. What - sneaking out! Can’t be. Jimmy coaxes her down the tree. Her aunt’s an awful louse, forcing her down. Breakneck landing! Daddy, the preacher died, leaving her legacy, unkind. Black and white, no insight, everything will be alright - but it’s not. A forest vigil of candlelight - flames reach to the highest height. She does her best to tamp the flames - aims to feel sorry for herself. Hurts worse than she can imagine…her doubts, her pride…she hides. Yup…she has the whole town spinning…their sinning ways, trimming. Impregnated with a gulp, this blue-eyed, bow-tied, Pollyanna. They shut her up but good. Her goodness flew. Hit them in the pie hole. With wicked widespread grins, they cheer the impertinent snipe. 9/24/2021 Sijo
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