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Where Has Suzy Gone?

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From outside,

I can hear the swish of Papa

smearing plaster over the wall.

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Had I been older, I might have asked why.

Had I been bigger, I might have said no.

Had I been stronger, I might have run away.

​Instead,

I just stood still

while he nailed boards over the space in the wall.

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Papa said it was a game, another game.

I never liked his games.

I want to go to the park.

I want a puppy.

I don't like playing Papa’s games.

I can't sit down here.

It's dark, and it's dusty.

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I hear Papa moving around.

Soon Momma will be home.

I can hear her asking for me.

"Where has Suzy gone?"

And Papa says,

"She has gone to get eggs."