Gruenchka

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GRUENCHKA

We grew up together, block by block
Gruenchka and I, toying, our play real
School, house, doctor—Grue had a baby
Dinner was called, a pizza night, bedtime
Saturday, a funeral for our doll, pox victim
Dots marked its face, connected upon burial
A cross traced, boxed below sand, a life erased

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