a little town, no strangers, just friends —
except me. They tried to count me in.
One little boy wanted to call me
to run from our line, break through his.
He didn't know my name but called,
"Red rover, red rover..." What name?
Innovate! "Let Fat Domino come over."
I think I know who he was. A good friend
through the years. He wasn't being mean.
I wasn't angry at him. Only at the pudgy girl
who took off running, crying so hard
she didn't break through.
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