A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.


First watch,
A birthday gift,
The hour,
The minute,
Pointed out
By the plump,
Gloved hands
Of Mickey Mouse,
A smiling, red manacle
Slipped around my wrist,
Held up close,
To hear,
A fascinating heart,
Deep inside,
My regular childhood,
By Disney.

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