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A crack in the wall Or under your bed Live a people so small They're thinner than thread Shorter than mice Shorter than dice Shorter than lice Shorter than rice But away they build And cities they make Tiny but skilled Like the things they create So hear the bed springs It's their world you're squashing And know there are things Still doing their washing
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 7:51 PM UTC
The little people
A crack in the wall Or under your bed Live a people so small They're thinner than thread Shorter than mice Shorter than dice Shorter than lice Shorter than rice But away they build And cities they make Tiny but skilled Like the things they create So hear the bed springs It's their world you're squashing And know there are things Still doing their washing
I used to imagine there were tiny people living in my room when I was a kid. Call it imaginative or delusional, I still wrote a poem about it.
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 7:51 PM UTC
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