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Pappy
Pulling My Red Wagon
It seemed like yesterday
when I was being pulled down the street
during the scorching summer,
in my little red wagon
by my little old grandma.
Oh, but what a feat
it must have been
pulling my little body,
in my little red wagon
by my little old grandma,
no bigger than me.
But I,
I thought that I was a knight,
being pulled by my trusty steed,
picking up rocks
on the way,
but treating them
as diamonds
and storing them
while being pulled
in my little old wagon
by my little old grandma,
no bigger than me,
still being dragged down the street.
To my little old grandma,
my findings
were no diamonds,
but rather just some more
weight to lug
in my little old wagon
by my little old grandma,
no bigger than me,
still being dragged down the street,
bearing the scorching heat.
And wherever we stop
she always lays
breathless in the grass
while I sit perfectly behind
in my little old wagon,
next to my little old grandma,
no bigger than me,
who dragged me down the street,
who bore the scorching heat.
But oh,
I did not know,
how simple it was
to be a child.
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