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Looking through the window
There is a small child
Sitting with his pillow
He has been there for a while
He is nervous about the room
And the place where he stands
His smile turns to gloom
When he sees my large hands
Looking deeper through the pane
To see what is wrong
He’s not sure he is sane
He has been there way to long
As I peer into the glass
This child starts to fade
Leaving no mass
And me standing in the shade
Done By: Bryan P. Mix
