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Empty Pockets full of Dreams


Submitted:Feb 27, 2011    Reads: 51    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


They had those two rooms.

One room filled with toys,

videogames, hot dogs, pizza, sodas,

movies, a merry-go-round, etc.

The other room was filled with horseshit,

4 feet high.

In the morning they brought a bunch of kids and

asked them to pick a room.

All the kids went into the room with the toys and games and all the good stuff,

except one boy,

he went into the room with the horseshit.

In the evening the kids left the rooms and went home.

The next day the same scenario.

Everybody went into the nice room with all the fun stuff,

except this one boy,

he went again into the shit-room.

Day after day, week after week and month after month.

Finally they grabbed this one boy and asked him:

"Why are you always going into the room with the horseshit?"

"Are you stupid? Are you out of your mind?

Why donĀ“t you go into the nice room and have fun with all the other kids?"

and the boy just looked at them and said:

"Hey, where there is so much horseshit,

there has to be a horse somewhere!"





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