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131 Girl with a Whirligig Thrust, thrust your stick up high And wait for the wind to blow Little girl with whirligig. Watch your world go round In folds of angular convergence. Stroll the sidewalks of your innocence Clutching fingers of security. Around the corner is your womanhood That cannot wait for the wind to blow, Little girl with whirligig. What dreams, what trips are taken Within the torrents of the mind? Can a whirligig be your heirloom? No . . . And yet we know—or do we really— In the darkness of the evening A firefly glows. Social Education (May 1969) ...

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