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Jimmy's Dead

Young Jimmy asked if he was dead. I laughed before I answered. And then I told him that he was and Jimmy's faith was fractured. I called him a philosopher. Too dumb to even ask. and left him all alone, just sulking in a bask. The next time Jimmy came my way I knew he needed help and covered up my laughs that day despite the urge to yelp. Now every time I saw poor Jimmy I always stopped and said: Goodbye dear Jimmy; never Hi, for now poor Jimmy's dead.

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Date: 3/24/2015 10:23:00 PM
Interesting work, so many possible story lines in such a short piece. Very well done
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Trevor McLeod
Date: 3/25/2015 1:25:00 PM
Thanks for your comment David. It was a stretch to write about Jimmy. LOL I imagine in the near future society will persecute me for treating the mentally disabled this way. Not sure he doesn't need straightening out though. LOL Thanks again David.