A little man passed by me,
Not more than 2 inches;
Smiling and smirking waving his hand
As if he was known to me.
He was not a small child,
Neither was he an old man;
He had a red, shiny skin
Reflecting the bright sun rays.
I asked him, “When,
And from where had he come from,”
His quiet reply was,
“Mars”
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