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Kenneth C. Steven,
Sanctuary
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A Poem for Ann Three feet small A cornfield of curls When you cry
At night your eyes look huge;
I tell you a story
In the morning I will bring you blackbirds |
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Kenneth C. Steven,
Sanctuary
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A Poem for Ann Three feet small A cornfield of curls When you cry
At night your eyes look huge;
I tell you a story
In the morning I will bring you blackbirds |
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