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[Jerusha
A perfectly day
The first Monday of every
floor scrubbed
Every dusted
A awful day
bed without a wrinkle
Every combed on 97 orphans
Poor Jerusha
Has to the brunt of it all
Poor Abbot
The oldest in the John Grier home
A awful day
The trustees to visit
tea breaks
Having written
They hurry in the night
For in the city
And I watch them with 97
Poor Jerusha
Never free of this place
Poor Jerusha
The oldest orphan in the John home
Little Tommy Dylan singing up the stairs
(As Dylan)
Abbot you are wanted
In the office and you hurry up
(As Jerusha)
Who me?
(As Dylan)
Mrs. in the office
And I think really mad
(As Jerusha)
did I go wrong?
Were the not thin enough?
there shells in the nutcakes?
Where did I go
Did a lady visitor see the
In Hawthorne's stocking?
A awful day
A figure
and gangly
Shrouded in the
I cannot see his
But the headlights in the
a shadow sharp against the wall
Looking like a daddy
The one that I have ever seen
A crawling daddy longlegs
And it me laugh
On this day
Me, Abbot
The oldest orphan in the Grier home