Silly boy and little girl lost
Twitching feet and dirty hands crossed
Eying her with pockets upturned
Nodding head and stomach churned.
Taking her in - body and soul
Lapping up gravity from a water bowl.
Chewing her gum and blinking like mad
Scribbling out an idea that she had once had
Watching him drawing - there in the dirt
Spattered mud pies all over his shirt.
Taking in sunlight, but witching the moon
He was bent toward the earth with a filthy spoon.
Caught late in the night and just before frost
Silly boy and little girl lost.
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