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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tiny slits in your eyes
[time] => 2007-02-25 19:52:22
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[bodytext] => I know a place where every buddy enjoys their sleep A far off distance place Where the sand that falls is sleepy dust And the stars glisten a thousand time fold High in the sky and lights cover the land below. Looking down from the even higher heavens The Great Spirit caught sight of three children playing When they should be obviously sleeping. A little red skinned boy and a little green skinned boy Dancing round A little brown skinned girl standing Eyes wide open and skipping from side to side Pleading over And over again Tell me a story then I"II go to bed. The little red skinned boy Tom stopped where he stood And the little green skinned boy Ali stopped too Sitting on down , Cross legged and elbows resting on knees The three of them sat quietly Then finally Tom began Far away and deep in a village The old ones were fighting Over the other colored ones and said they had to much land So they called a grand circle of green and red All stood and just gnashed their teeth at each other and Shouted boost about who was the better A race round and round the mighty Elder tree Was the final decree? Both sides agreed and so it will be From each group came the strongest and stealthest of men. A tall, reasonably thin and muscled toned lad of 23. From the other A equal lad of worth and vigor as well Running round and round they ran Round that Old Elder Tree Faster and faster till they were Just a Blur And when the dust settled And the starlight due nigh Only one brave soul emerged from the Race And surprised all that remained present there There stepped from a great light A Small, gentle young girl with fawn brown eyes And Brown skin With a quick wit and tales that kept both groups together For a long time. And as Time passed more brown ones were to come. But this one special little girl was Very lucky as well as rare For she’s the one that comes and sprinkles the sleepy time Dust in your eyes And carries all children no matter what color their skin To happy, glad ,fun playing places. So close your eyes and try real hard and through The tiny slits in your eyes You can see her come by Now sleep and dream my liittle one Whisper [comments] => 3 [counter] => 277 [topic] => 5 [informant] => Whisper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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