Little Man
John Clare Stokes
I’ve relayed the story before
how when a boy around four
I had a living plastic little man
He was real and I could understand
what he was saying to me
ruling over the Sopchoppy sand pile wonderfully
When time came to move to Monticello
I looked all about for the little fellow
But sadly we left and ever since
when I encounter one with resemblance to little man
I put him to my ear
Perchance saying you found me!
Carrying him about again as of old
So much to catch up on.
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