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For a little girl
I stand waiting
By the school gate
There she comes
In her pink frock
Running and romping
Across the sunny lawn
A frisky butterfly
Till I lift the little doll
In a loving embrace
But where is she?
Where is she gone?
I still wait for her
In the garish lights
Of alien ariports
Oh! Is that she?
That graceful lady
By a school gate
Waiting
For her chubby child
As I waited for her
PublishedSeptember 1990 ©
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