Children
There was little girl with large, owl eyes
beaming curiosity outside her window sill,
eying that new girl across the road.
She looked at her. She was a skinny,
shorter than five-feet, sandy hair from
the Pacific shore, and eyes that were the sea.
She had a smile so lively and spirited
and contagious for she smiled too.
The little girl jumped from off her bed,
took her eyes off the glass,
strapped on her playing tennis shoes and
yelled to Mrs. Fannigan, "Mama, I've finished
cleaning my room. I'm going out to play!"
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