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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Typewriter When a boy, the world appears near climbing over fences, no need to open a gate Across our house, a grey building, a school for those who wanted to be welders or architects or some other trade. The caretaker had many keys, we thought he was the boss, wore a yellow coat and walked with dignity He shouted at us kids to show who tough he was, but most of the time he let us play in the schoolyard in a ditch, a trapped cat. we lowered a bucket down for the moggy to jump into but it was not willing, the boss, told us to leave the puss alone to get up by itself On a clear sky, we saw a plane with two tails, and it was 1952 Since not even the boss had seen a plane like this, we thought it was from another planet, perhaps not from Mars as a bloke like Elon Musk dreams about. It was easy to believe people living on other planets, we know better now, but the thought is still there Having read a book about the Hardy boys we became spies, picked likely victims at the railway station and followed him around Yes, it was always a man in a suit, female spies didn't know how to spy, who wrong we're the man we followed met some other men they went into an alleyway, one of them had a bottle, after a while they spoke loudly and sang, someone called the police alone in the park one day it was overcast looked like rain, I walked into a place it was a library, warm and cozy, the staff let me stay and I spent many happy hours reading about great adventures I retold the stories to the lads but of course put myself as as the hero My broth came home with an enormous typewriter, on it I was tapping away trying to make sense of my many thoughts Mother told me to stop, but my attempts went on her nerves, she was always reading
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