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I Meet A KING

He stood in the middle of the lane, A toddler in tatters, Confronting my speeding scooter. I cursed the nowhere-in-sight,careless mother, Then changing gear Threatened a mock dash, Was to him but a big plaything Come for his pleasure. The sudden smile over his face Lit up my heart. i withdrew a little, Bowed to his imperial innocence And humbly went my way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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