Little rhythms in my life
Echo back and forth
Like toy soldiers in a line
And pushed down again
By a ten-year old
Child with sticky
Fingers and a pet
Toad nearby.
'Time for bed
Little soldier.'
'No mission accomplished today
Captain.'
'Oh, well,
Try again tomorrow
Sargent,
Try again tomorrow.'
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