He came out of a stuttering tv set,
And looked around to forge a way.
To make his pixels merge to one,
Then perhaps with the kids he could play.
His lonely heart had seen them,
From his vantage far away.
He sometimes thought he had dreamed them,
For him there was no night or day.
No one was about-it was quiet,
And it all looked very real and 3d.
So he started to think about how,
And what first to do and try to see.
He was small-the same size of a pencil,
Pixels fluttered from him like feathers.
What if the people don't notice- he worried,
As his mind slopped into a list of whethers.
And he even thought about going back home.
But amidst his head some happy thoughts cluttered,
As out here perhaps he would not be alone.
And then he heard a quite wonderful sound,
An arpedgio of laughter and glee.
"Oh dear-what will happen after,
The children i know see me?!'"
A girl and a boy ran into the room,
Bubbling giggles and expecting cartoons.
What they saw was a tiny, little man of dots,
And delighted they said with a boom:- The boy pointed to the tele-set and picked him up with lots of care
The pixelman was happy- how nice they really are--
And that all happened ten years ago and its still going well so far.
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