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Anna Imroth

CROSS the hands over the breast here so.
Straighten the legs a little more so.
And call for the wagon to come and take her home.
Her mother will cry some and so will her sisters and
Brothers.
But all of the others got down and they are safe and
This is the only one of the factory girls who
Wasn’t lucky in making the jump when the fire broke.
It is the hand of God and the lack of fire escapes.


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Poem Anna Imroth - Carl Sandburg