Run, little girl, run.
The birds are flying
in the sky.
They circle lower and lower.
Little girl, don't take your time,
take skies, or barefoot, just run.
The little girl disappeared.
An old toothless hag
is grinning in the window.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 1/2/2010
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