Their names and stories,
Daily worries,
I’m tired
Listening to them
Each one, is like the other
No real difference at all
One is a little small
Another
Slightly bigger
My pinkie ‘s on the trigger
Come … on
At times, they go
But come back shortly
Without, they feel lonely
Or make a show
Who knows…
I’m startled with their moves
The thinking though…‘s too slow
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