Sun-Up and Other Poems by Lola Ridge
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she scowls... and scowls...
though I've begged her to forgive me and poured sugar in the hole at the back of her head. : : Mama says Janie is a fairy doll and she has forgiven me-- that she's gone to the market to buy me some sweets. --Now she's at the door and a little bag tied to her neck-- I run to Janie and kiss her all over.... Ah... she is still frowning. I let the sweets drop on the floor-- mama has told you a lie. : : Chinaman singing in street: gleen ledd-ish-es, gleen ledd-ish-es-- hot sun shining on your face-- it must be a new day. But why aren't you happy if it's a new day? Because something has happened... |
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