Toy story: a poem

there is a Lego stuck to my foot, a light in every room,

every toy has a story

every toy must be told

to go, go, go

where the wild things grow

and be forgotten

like a blade of grass in the sun

our faces turn away

up, down

who knows?

But there is a Lego stuck to my foot

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