THE LITTLE GIRL MY MOTHER WAS
By NANCY PATRICK Norma Jean Crossed the railroad tracks Lookin’ for her daddy— Found him in the bar; “Come home, Daddy,” she said again. Car in the lane Who’s that lady in the car? Daddy yells at Momma. Momma cries again. Playin’ in the tree. Daddy’d said “don’t.” Fell out and cracked her arm. Daddy said, “damn” again. Daddy’s real
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