Little man with your red hat and broom humming a country song.
Sweeping so hard those little arms and legs send the broom flying along.
Proudly your elbows swing pushing the dust leaves and trash toward the end of the path.
Such determination in his beedy eyes under his red cap a smile that moved like he was about to laugh.
This job was made for you with your broom, rake and fork, on this saturday morning´s shaded residential sidewalk.
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