The little god, child verse for grown-ups . THE MIZ Theres lots of things that grown-ups Cant seem to understand. They dont know much about the Miz; I know: its neither sea nor land; Its where the things are made; Its the Beginnings place. I often go there in the night; The sand man sits upon my face So I cant see them, quite. They squirm about an awful lot, For most of them are tails; Some look like inky spread-out blots, And some may grow to whales. I talked to Daddy of the Miz. He says theres no such place, But I just know there is. Its in the Bible, too; Its on the page, Thou shalt not ste
The little god, child verse for grown-ups . THE MIZ Theres lots of things that grown-ups Cant seem to understand. They dont know much about the Miz; I know: its neither sea nor land; Its where the things are made; Its the Beginnings place. I often go there in the night; The sand man sits upon my face So I cant see them, quite. They squirm about an awful lot, For most of them are tails; Some look like inky spread-out blots, And some may grow to whales. I talked to Daddy of the Miz. He says theres no such place, But I just know there is. Its in the Bible, too; Its on the page, Thou shalt not steal. It tells about the sea and all that in the when he says theres no such place,Why, I just know there is. I WONDER Oh, dear! I wonder lots of thingsAbout the words the Bluebird sings,He swings and swings on the trees,Or perhaps its the breezeSwings him. Oh, dear! I wonder everything,—If its just happiness they perhaps birds have noNeed of words;They have wings and we have words. I RAN AWAY I ran away. I climbed the gar
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