I Wrestled With A Statue - Poem by Bullion Grey
As I walked alone, it jumped on my back!
It's weight pushed me to the ground,
a rather violent attack.
It laughed in a playful tone,
I rolled and pinned it down.
Something familiar about it's dress and face -
for a moment it was hard to place,
but as it disappeared my memory came around.
You just might fear that I might not be sane
when I tell you that it was statue on main!
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