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[Jerusha
A perfectly day
The Monday of every month
floor scrubbed
Every chair
A awful day
Every bed a wrinkle
Every combed on 97 orphans
Poor Abbot
Has to bear the of it all
Jerusha Abbot
The oldest orphan in the John Grier
A perfectly day
The trustees to visit
tea breaks
Having written
hurry away in the night
For in the city
And I watch them 97 orphans
Poor Abbot
breaking free of this place
Poor Abbot
The orphan in the John Grier home
Little Tommy comes singing up the stairs
(As Dylan)
Abbot you are wanted
In the office and you better up
(As Jerusha)
Who me?
(As Dylan)
Mrs. in the office
And I think really mad
(As Jerusha)
did I go wrong?
Were the sandwiches not enough?
Were shells in the nutcakes?
Where did I go
Did a lady see the hole
In Susy Hawthorne's
A perfectly day
A silhouetted
Tall and
Shrouded in the
I see his face
But the in the driveway
Cast a shadow sharp against the
Looking like a longlegs
The one that I have ever seen
A creeping daddy longlegs
And it me laugh
On this day
Me, Jerusha
The oldest orphan in the Grier home