Just a Kid - July 11, 2024

Gary Hunter
Jul 11, 2024
1 min read

words are my Lego’s

my toy soldiers in battle

the bubbles I blow

the box of cookies

I share with my friends

I won’t come out and play

when I can’t write

I pout in my room

most poets I’ve met

are like kids too

I just happen to be

extra tall

rather goofy

and still learning

how love fits

in this strange new world

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