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From a secret box
Underneath the stair
I watch my children play
Longing for the summer solstice
I watch their feet
As they climb the stair
The beautiful transition
From shin laces
To ankle laces
To nothing but souls and toe-splitters
Excites me indefinitely
Oh young ones
Set me free from this cardboard prison
And release me onto your friends
Mom will tell you
That I am not a toy
But she is a liar

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The following comments are for "My Life as a Hose"
by PeriwinkleMoses

The Hose Knows
"Mom will tell you/ That I am not a toy/ But she is a liar" she sure is... or, at the very least, she's wrong. kids know better, though... I loved this, playful and charming... but not quite wholesome... good stuff.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: April 6, 2007 )

My Life As A Hose
I have to agree with Shannon in this one
very well done. Thanks

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: April 6, 2007 )

This poem is so ingenious that when I read it I emit a high-pitched whine from the pain of its magnificence. Yes, it hurts and yes, that is very VERY satisfying!!! Thank you, thank you

( Posted by: JohnBadgerDFPD [Member] On: August 11, 2007 )

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