Toy storyA Poem by Robert RonnowBright and polite kids. Deferential squirrels. Leaders of leaders. Each man his own man living with his mate. The great and the small, all, the state. On the other hand, you find yourself no hawk but stuck in traffic. Lack of spirit, spiritual identity, not free or free philosophically about no freedom. Caught no sign of letting go. One. Bo-Peep's sure Woody is her man, an answer to the question why be a toy? Buzz too would do. Two. The men at least have missions leading other toys through risky situations sprinkler weather or just play, cleaning schedule. So it goes not homosexual not hetero. Not defined by circumstance or genetic material. Gone beyond the creator to an infinity that contains him and us and our collective minds. Question is can it exist without us? Would it matter? Yes, if that damn squirrel gets run over.
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