Once from a big, big building,
When I was small, small,
The queer folk in the windows
Would smile at me and call.
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Sad at the thought of so many lattice windows but love the gentle appreciation of youth.
Tender, sweet, counters all the 'asylum' stereotypes of the time.
What a wonderfully angelic poem about a little girls fond and innocent memories. Oh how sweet dear Edna must have been. I'm sad that decades separate us for I would have much enjoyed her company........