The Make-Believe Boy

The Make-Believe Boy
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He used to come when I was alone,
And we’d play games; but the most ghost,
‘;d tell him stories-pirate, chomo
And what I’ll do when I am grown,

A girl moved in the house next door-
I didn’t eare: I don’t like girls.
But this one’s hair hung in shaving curls,
And I liked her a little then more and more.

One day I gave her my best Swiss top
And she was pleased; I made her n kite;
She said she liked me; It wasn’t right-
But next, I told her about the Boy.

She laughed and made such fun and then
She pointed with her finger “Shame.”
I said it was a silly game,
And the Boy he never came again.
-Mary Normile