Robert J Meyer

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Bug Hunting

Poem by Robert J Meyer

He stood before me,
Barefoot,
Toes dirty from running in the yard,
With tears tracing through the grime on his face.

And I asked why he was crying.
He said, 'The grasshopper got away.'
So we went in search of replacement,
And I never had a better day.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011