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There’s somehow in my mind a game!
seen on canvas grained! And plain
a boy wild eyed, he mouth an ark,
he legs in canter background; not dark
but more severe, odd shades in gray.

Over cobbles, past closed doors
laced up windows busy stores, bustling
commerce in the street
he in and out old Dickens feet--
on and on he roars.

Toward me from the past expanse he whips
a hoop a merry dance. Old barrel maker
he gives chase, determined look on ruddy face
he knows he’ll lose the race.

There’s somehow in my mind a child
Wanton, willful, running wild.