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My Childhood Friends

Went home this summer and I found some of my old possessions.

A duck who wants to say hello.

(It lost one of its wings in an attempt to fly)

A cheetah trapped in a telephone.

(The phone is still working. This is where you reach me when I am home.)


Richie Rich who got a little richer.

(Because the trash box was always full.)

A limping Chaplin.

(Because Charlie bit his foot.)

A screaming finger puppet.

(Because the fingers grew out of his head.)

And my mother.

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