Children's Fiction
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He passed a note across the counter. THIS IS A BANK ROBBERY. YOU WON'T GET HURT IF YOU DO AS YOU'RE TOLD. I knew what the note said because I had written it.
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We are voices from the barn
And we're putting them on notice.
Why is it that they don't see
When we're right before their eyes?
Why is it that they don't hear?
Might they care to see our portraits
That they'll want to show their children
When they ask what we were like?
