Tim and the Tiny Man

Tim looked down as he came over the knell

And a tiny man with shears was squatting there.

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Tim stopped in amazement and stared,

And as he did, the tiny man leaned over his shadow.

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Tim’s shadow stopped right at the tiny man’s feet

And the tiny man began to cut away the shadow of Tim’s head.

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Too amazed to move, Tim stood and watched

As the tiny man carefully removed Tim’s shadow head.

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Tim’s amazement changed to fear and dread.

Smiling, the tiny man rolled up Tim’s shadow head.

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Tim began to jump in alarm, as did his shadow,

Except for the head which the tiny man carried away,

While waving a thank-you and good-bye.

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(with thanks to an Irishman who told a story)

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About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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