11

Past Fantasy

   Then, walking out of my cradle bed,
   I passed through crayons and grins.
   Forgot the mystery of the dead
   And where perseverance begins.

   Followed this mass
   As if for fun,
   Met some people with lovely minds,
   Some ditto, some blanks and number one,
   But never wondered about the color that left the rinds.

   Richard C. Hayner
   1970 ©

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