He was one foot tall
But not that small
When it came to his size of alive.
He lived large without any striving.
He thrived on the little things.
Watching and listening and
Seldom out loud.
His head he bowed
To a smaller god
A tiny god
He couldn’t gets his paws around him.
His god was that small!
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Get your tickets ready please!
Oh uh, hello there. How you doing?
Listen, my name is Barry and I'm the Conductor on this train so if you need anything, you just ask me, okay?
The bathrooms are right over there and please, pick up after yourself on account of I clean the place, too.
And uh, seeing as you're not from around here I'll just tell you straight out - although every story you might hear on this train is true, some stories are "truer" than others, if you can read between the rails...
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and, y'all come back now, y'hear?
Have a grand day, friend.
Barry Williams
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
barryhappywilliams@gmail.com