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@@@@@ The truth has to come out, that's the basis of art But that's not to say the world must see it Nan Melda says Where yo new doll now? The china doll? Libbit says In my special treasure-box 761 Nan Melda says And what her name? Libbit says Her name is Perse Nan Melda says Percy a boy's name And Libbit says I can't help itAnd she says Perse has a ship It looks nice but it's not niceWhat are we going to do, Nanny? Nan Melda thinks about it as they stand there in the one safe placeAnd I believe she knew what needed to be doneShe might not have been an art critic - no Mary Ire - but I think she knewThe bravery is in the doing, not in the showingThe truth can be hidden away again, if it's too terrible for the world to look at I'm sure it happens all the time I think every artist worth a damn has a red picnic basket 14 - The Red Basket i "Share your pool, mister?" It was Ilse, in green shorts and matching halter Her feet were bare, her face without make-up and 762 puffy with sleepHer hair was yanked back in a ponytail, the way she'd worn it when she was eleven, and if not for the fullness of her breasts, she could have passed for that eleven-year-old She sat beside me on the tiled lip of the poolWe were about halfway down, my butt on 5 and hers on FT "You're up early," I said, but this didn't surprise meIlly had always been our restless one "I was worried about you Wireman called Jack to say that nice old woman diedIt was Jack who told us