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Street Corner
On a lonely
street corner
Stands a girl waiting for dawn.
She stands with utter stiffness;
A stiffness that tells she’s ready.
The girl’s
stiffness may be habit
From the orderly life she lives,
As well as the anticipation felt
In waiting to watch her first sunrise.
Why on a
street corner?
Because where this girl lives
There are no grassy hillsides, no parks, no lawns
On which she can lay.
Behind her,
stands an ominous apartment building
With no porch, no balconies,
Only sidewalk lies in front;
Its corner has the best view of the sky.
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