Little

Little

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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boy

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Little

Can we whistle like the ink we write?
Carry the tune to a multiple of lines
Send an invitation to someone whom
should have turned an hour ago
Listen as the pip squeaks
while asking you for a dime

Or what about that invite to Neverland
A date with Peter Pan on lessons of the forever child
Are those baby changing rooms merely a diaper stop
or consciousness changing rooms
By Golly I think I’m going into one
see if I could be that little fool you knew!

© 2018 Alfred Kukitz


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Added on January 23, 2018
Last Updated on January 23, 2018
Tags: Little, whistle, pip, squeak, neverland

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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