Disfigured and
Deformed was he
The little big man
Aged beyond his years
Carrying his
Mighty spirit on
Little brown shoes
Far-trekked and
Mountain worn
His life
Enclosed yet exposed
Like this chunky chocolately
Cockroach approaches
A scrummy feast
Feeds on it's dead fly
Slurps damaged wings
Brown-gunk deliciously devoured
Like a sweet
Each creep and turn
The wriggling of legs
Examined
Under glassy eyes
Or like a fleeing hare
Untouched yet seen
From growling dogs chased
Signore dwarfo
Survived
Thrived even
A ready smile borne
Of light burden
Brightened pruney cheeks
And a beckoning chair at each table
Though poor and troubled
Tremendously blessed was he
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