Your Toy

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Your Toy

I have seen the light that comes from you eyes when we play.
You look like a kid that just got a new toy.
That toy may be me, that is the fun part.
I hear the laughter in your voice when I start to stutter.
I see and feel the joy in your touch.It is like a game of Captain May I.
 Will I win or will you?
Will we play Hide and Go Get It? Or will it be Tag.
These are some of the games that we play, others have no name.
Each on has a meaning that only you an I know of.
Most of all I enjoy being Your Toy.
Come and Play with me.


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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

Smiles45’s Poems (10)

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Your Toy 0
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