March 1, 2008 11:48 AM
Bruno
I had an old friend named Mr. Bruno and
he had a dear old fat pet duck.
(and he and his duck were down on their luck)
But he always kept a toothless smile,
and told me stories all the while
I laid out on his muddy lawn
and wondered when the day would come
when I might run a mile.
© 2008 by Christina Pitrelli
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