Short Story-Anne Clark

[00:13.73]There is a little place in a little room [00:17.31]Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom [00:20.45]Tucks his little legs undermeath a well worn chair [00:24.21]Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair [00:27.00] [00:33.90]A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears [00:37.25]Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears [00:40.90]Sharp is the lead but wellis penetrate [00:44.23]All the nooks and crannies that this world creates [00:48.00] [01:21.41]There is so little time for us to stop and look [01:24.56]As he places the cover upon his little book [01:28.28]There will come a day when this little man will die [01:31.24]And they'll put him in a tiny hole undermeath the sky [01:35.00] [01:41.56]His little lead pencel book and chair [01:44.98]Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where [01:49.00]