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Why Not Sell Me Next (reposter boy)

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wayoutwalt
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0 posted 01-05-2000 01:12 AM       View Profile for wayoutwalt   Email wayoutwalt   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for wayoutwalt

Raised in a flea market
A chicken box my bed
Countless battles i designed
With soldiers made of lead

Tucked underneath a table
Keeping away from harm
I would often venture out
Overtaken by the charm

Hearing the thunderous crowd
The fear inside me grew
As i raised up the sheet
That blocked against my view

Two legs hindered the way
Before my homemade den
Looking past to a sign
I could not read back then

What held my gaze intently
The drawing of a man
A helmet strapped on tightly
A rifle gripped in hand

Next to it a rocket ship
But that I didn't care
Losing myself in the mob
The current took me there

I stood before the display
Marveling at the scene
Of all the brand new soldiers
Brilliantly colored green

I asked the lady nicely
If I could stay and play
I put on my pouty face
That always gets my way

This time it didn't work
She pointed to the crowd
I fell down on the spot
And cried a bit too loud

My mother scooped me up
She noticed I was lost
We split ourselves a coke
Sold the car for the cost

She set me down to bed
Wiped the tears from my eyes
I reached out for my toys
But that was my surprise

I started wailing again
My mother was perplexed
She'd sold my soldiers off
So why not sell me next


this was reposted from open 1 yuh cuz i was reminicsin bout the origins o bob yuh see bob poem if yuh need explainin

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hoot_owl_rn
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1 posted 01-05-2000 01:45 AM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

How sad  

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First__Knight
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2 posted 01-05-2000 03:19 AM       View Profile for First__Knight   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for First__Knight

I always enjoy your writings Walt...I must have played for hours on end with toy soldiers as these.  Prized toys they were...I understand this feeling to well being a kid at heart....LOL  thanks

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whiskey
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3 posted 01-05-2000 04:14 AM       View Profile for whiskey   Email whiskey   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit whiskey's Home Page   View IP for whiskey

Walt, This is so sad , Toy soldiers are great me and my nephew play with them all the time,  
Denise
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4 posted 01-05-2000 10:53 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Ahhhhh....this is sad.  

 Denise

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