my childhood
my
bed is high
off the ground
my feet dangle down
never touching the floor
the sun doesn't shine
through my window
the awning
over the porch
puts a stop to that
the squirrels
in the tree
next to the porch
run & jump
& play hide &
seek
& never see me
watching
longing to be free
to join in the fun
Raggedy Ann is mad at Andy
and they're both not talking to
me
and even my imaginary
friend
doesn't want to play
today
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