>May the patter of their feet running through

>the White House echo through a century of

>hallowed halls and find 5 Little Girls

>torn from a Southern Baptist Church so long ago.

> 

>May the joyous sounds of our First Daughters offer

>balance to the delightful squeals of a child Emit Till was never

>allowed to be.

> 

>May the Lincoln bedroom stir with the laughter

>and silly business of busy little girls.

> 

>Forget me nots.

>

>Concentric circles.

> 

>rjm

> 

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