On the corner of Market and Linden nlived a girl named Jenny McLane neyes as wide as the holes in the windows nsmile cut from a store bought frame nHer daddy toiled 6 days at the paper mill nmother part time at the Wal-Mart store n30 years on the house and they were home free n17 down only 13 more nnOn the hill the nights grew darker nsomething you can’t put your finger on nhard lives they were getting harder nmany in the neighborhood already moved on nBut Jenny hung tough the kid you never hear of nhad no time for the corner boys nor the pom pom girls with the plastic smiles nrunning around making all that noise nnJenny had plans despite the walls around her nshe chipped away for all those years nhigh school mercifully nearly over nno more waiting on tomorrow’s tears nSchool day just like any other nbells ringing throughout the land nshe never saw the look of detachment nshe never saw the 45 in his hand nnLike a flash it was all but over n12 counting Jenny laying on the floor nthe papers said ‘this stuff has got to stop’ nthen moved on to the story next door n‘For Sale’ sign hanging in the yard nhouse went to hell no one asked what for nknees are battered from asking questions nthey just don’t seem to care no more nnOn the corner of Market and Linden nlived a girl named Jenny McLane neyes as wide as the holes in the windows nsmile cut from a store bought frame nher dreams meant nothing to anybody neven less now that’s she’s dead