For 1399 Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
I came upon a windup toy. He danced a jig to bring me joy because I was feeling low. My name is Pinocchio. I'm no ordinary boy. I told him I was made of wood, He said that he understood. The pleasure he could bring radiated from a spring. Soon, I was feeling good. The sadness that his jig belies, which I detected in his eyes, was eased as friendship brings a boy with puppet strings in a plaything's disguise.
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