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James Stephens - The Turn of the RoadJames Stephens - The Turn of the Road
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I was playing with my hoop along the road Just where the bushes are, when, suddenly, There came a shout, -- I ran away and stowed Myself beneath a bush, and watched to see What made the noise, and then, around the bend, I saw a woman running. She was old And wrinkle-faced, and had big teeth. -- The end Of her red shawl caught on a bush and rolled Right off her, and her hair fell down. Her face Was awful white, and both her eyes looked sick, And she was talking queer. `O God of Grace!` Said she, `where is the child?` and flew back quick            The way she came, and screamed, and shook her hands;      . . . Maybe she was a witch from foreign lands.
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