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Dear Miss Clavell
Dear Miss Clavell,
Would you rescue me
Were I in hell?
Would you chase the tiger in the zoo
Were I too afraid to whisper “poo poo?”
Would you hug me
All the time?
Would you love me
As much as Madeline?
And if I was of solemn face
That George Bush won the presidential race,
Would you smile and say
He’ll get eaten by crocodiles one day?
That’s all there is
There isn’t more to tell
God Bless America, Miss Clavell.
-- Halley Cohen
Halley Cohen has worked as a freelance journalist and press
officer in the United States and the United Kingdom on human rights issues. Her work has previously been published in Ms. magazine.