Robert J Meyer
Poem by Robert J Meyer
He stood before me,
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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