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Mar 2020
The man in the uniform smoked a cigarette.
"Oh, how they beat against
the rubber walls.  Stuffed fists
battering with urgency.
It made my heart sad,
as we closed the lid on this one.
My eyes caught the dinosaur boy.
A small stuffy lad, with cracking eyes.
His "mama" was wrapped around him
I suppose
that's what you do
when you are a snake.
Despite the frayed fur, he still had a smile
I could hear her voice in my mind.
[bring him]
A tear welled up as this was the end for them.
I knew it, and they knew it too.
Brains like mashed potatoes,
but still full of common sense.
[bring me]
His furry flesh was used but soft.
I really wish that I could
rewind the clock on this.
I remember that lad on the swingset.
He fell and got *****.
I took him in the bath with me."
[bring me]
The man puffed on his cigarette as he closed the toy box
"I wish I could bring you, Rex.
But I'm a grown-up now.
And grown-ups don't bring toys to work with them."

[bring us]
I remember the day that I looked around my room and realized that I no longer really played with toys.  I still had all my stuffed animals and action figures in a box in my closet.  It felt so wrong to leave them there.  They stayed in that box for several years until I gave them a deserving child.  This is almost my monologue/poetry version of Toy Story 3 lol.  I hope you like it and take a minute to remember the toys of our childhood and what they meant to us.
Michael Stefan
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Michael Stefan  37/M/Minneapolis
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