play timeA Poem by freelancejouster
technicolor pegs peep through, stuck into a weathered wooden plank, meant to be hit repeatedly, incessantly
a dozen, or a hundred, characters poured onto the floor to be neglected until someone tries to gather them back up
and sticky toddler hands carry a tattered green army man on a plastic gazelle into battle.
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