Perhaps you don’t know— then, maybe you do—
o Smalls of St e o l l T v t e h t and their story for you,
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6
tall,
where people like we— some tiny, some with games and schools and clocks on the wall—
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keep an eye on the time,
for each evening at six, they meet in the circle for the purpose of sticks;
tall stilts
upon which
ltsvillian can strut i t S a
above those down in the rut;
and be lifted
less and the least, the shy and shier, the
not-cools and have-nots
the
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r e h g i h o t n t g o a ho w
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can’t because in the giving of sticks, their names are not called;
but
they never get picked.
Like Ollie, the boy
whose pants have a patch,
whose legs are too skinny;
his soc k s never mat c h.