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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| "Praying won't work." "Sure?" "Absolutely." "Why?" "It's not 1982, barns aren't made of wishes, grass doesn't float in the sky, and clouds don't rain men." "Unless you're the Weather Girls." "And dinosaurs aren't purple and green unless you're Barney." "Do you have a yellow blankey like Baby Bop, Martha?" "Nyet, Izora." ... "Wish it would rain..." "Men?" "No, the grass is turning brown." "Well, I'm kinda dry and thirsty as well." "For men?" "Now that you mention it..." "I'll tell that one lonesome cloud to work on it." "I'll be in the yard bringing our horse into the barn while you do." "What horse?" "The rainbow painted pony you refused to buy me for my birthday, cowboy." ... "The twister just missed the barn. Did you see that green sky?" "Yep." "Well, at least it's raining now." "Yeah, ducky. Catch any men flying by when you went out to check on the unicorn, Izora?" "Not all my prayers were answered, Martha." |
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