The
shout he wanted to say
But
the cookies stay
But
a look of kungfu stance
The
fingers held the box of cookies
The
other hand blocked it
And
this could be what he would say
“ I
am learning the drunken fist
Don't
try to take away my cookies”
The
eyes looking ahead
He
wanted to show his way
Sitting
there with his cookies
Sebby
posted his stance of grace
“Of
course I couldn't say
The
cookies juggling with me
I
am trying to tell you
Leave
my cookies alone”
Nobody
wanted to listen
Took
his pictures in his natural pose
Kept
in the photo album
In
the years he would know
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