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PoetryMarch 6, 2022

Four Poems on Sally, Dick, and Jane

“Sometimes Dad naps on the sofa. / Pray is like play is like sleep. / I want to play, but I am on the outside. / This is how I learn to pray.” H.E. Fisher tells the story of a childhood in primers.

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