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Girls at MidnightLisa FishmanA girl is running up a sanddune, down the other side into a lake There are? clouds over the moon, a cloudy night (for it is night) ------------ A girl had lost her house in Minnesota when a tornado levelled a town There was nothing to sew in the thriftshop turned on its corner like a washing machine went for a ride ---------------- and the sand under the girl's feet as she runs California is a lovely name she thought, thinking of quietly shined up moon Lisa Fishman Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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