Gepetto

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Australia
25° 16' 27.8328" S, 133° 46' 30.4896" E

"You must always be a good boy" she used to say

to her young son, so impressionable.

"Never lie, of course" in times so gray;

his mother's words were irrevocable.

 

When he grew up to be old and worked on his own,

he heard voices in his head that kept him company.

He prayed for a son so he would be no longer alone

every night in his small room in Tuscany.

 

Until one night when he heard a young boy 

in his workshop,

but there was only a puppeteer's toy

on the tabletop.

 

All of a sudden, he saw the puppet stand

and wave to him without any strings.

He couldn't believe it - a son he made by hand!

But really, the poor man was just seeing things.

 

He and his "son" would go on adventures and play

in the crowded, judgemental Tuscan streets.

Although he was happy, merry, and gay,

everyone thought he was living a life of deceit.

 

One morning he woke to the sound 

of a knock at his door.

A beautiful woman came around

and offered help he didn't have to pay for.

 

Many sessions, many years ago,

Gepetto understood his son wasn't real.

It was all in his head, his son Pinnochio. 

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