A boy can chitter and chat
When he’s all alone, nothing wrong with that
On roads long and green, where one isn’t seen
No peer to jeer, or say something mean
Out here it’s okay to stare
If one were to catch an eye there
Under bridges fringed in green, where one isn’t seen
Tadpoles come and go like you’d never been
-Neru
Here’s another story exploration of Dewey. Right now it’s seems it’ll be more poem than prose, it’s not. This is probably my author’s jab since what this story is about remains to seen.
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