Blonde hair blue eyed little boy.
As kids we use to share our toys
We all played football in the street. You, my brothers and me.
When the street lights came on, we all knew it was time to go home.
What were you thinking that night you rode your bike alone?
I woke up the next morning to my Mother asking me:
'Have you seen Randy? '
I rubbed my eyes and tried to recollect. before I could say
' We played football yesterday.'
Until this day it still haunts me, as it is hard to believe.
Four days later they found your naked little body.
It was hidden under the bed of a crazy man named Fox.
I never walked down Fox man's road again.
Afraid he would take me... and all my childhood memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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