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Silus, often a root cellar dweller

was indeed, quite a crafty yet quirky old feller

he never cared too much for day light or anywhere

near the like

he slept on an old sod dirt floor out of the sun's

piercing ray

prowled around through out the town at night

so about him he seemed to have a pale, strange sort

of way

children feared him upon sight

they each knew him by his birth given name and day

but spoke it only out of fright

'ol Silus eats little children one mean spirited fellow

spread through out the town

that made Silus mad as an old chewed up hat

for it just weren't true

his heart over that hung heavily down

he planned to put a stop to that nasty rumor and prove

he was just like me and you

he was just a little odd, a small spill from a glass

of juice you might figure to say

though he never much cared to be like any body else

he was all the more harmless in his own sort of way

he'd never hurt a hair on even one child in town's head

and just what made it so bad that he chose not to sleep

on a bed

he does so simply because he has a stiff back that's foul in

the worst possible way

and to tell a big secret he simply loves children

that's why he's the one who plays Santa in town every

year on Christmas day

so, don't knock old eccentric Silus Monday

just because someone's different doesn't mean he doesn't have

something to contribute or a kindness

to convey................

(written Oct. 27, 1993 2am)