with a stick
and a box, a rock or two.
a tree,
the wide open
yard
the kid plays all day.
you see him
out there talking to
himself,
his imaginary friends.
maybe when he gets older
he'll be in a
straight jacket, or maybe
not.
maybe he'll be just
like me.
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
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