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since 2003-01-08
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Children’s Verse Daddy let me use plastics for play-time! Tonka trucks stuck With Play-Doh in the tire well But I can make them fly With just a twist of my wrist. Wow! How things go so quickly -- Toys, I mean. Time is different. It takes 24 months to make one Christmas And I have a lot to go. Daddy let me use plastics for play-time. Maybe I can use wood. Brother graduated; maybe I should! I’ve seen the tool shed, Surrounded in metal sheets, A retreat for grown-up arts And crafts to be explored. Electric sanders, circular saws, Lumber and steel. I think I’ll use the hammer and nail. I found tools for play-time! Thwack! Goes the chime of my labor. A nail here, some wood there My art is a hazard of random objects. I saw Daddy once use core-gated tin For roof-stuff. I can use it again. Now I have a house for dolls to live in. They found my art from play-time! They’re shouting and throwing their hands. Flashes and microphone vans Record my every notion. They call me genius and In a flurry of paper motion, my toys Are taken away – placed in another home. There’s yelling for more And I mourn the work of my hands. I’m in such high demand. Wood feels rough to me and I’m not old enough For the sander. Where did I go wrong? It’s amazing how things go so quickly. My toys were never meant for living. They took them away and asked for more. I never meant them for living. Sight is an always awful beginning |
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