little boys

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    little boys

    with a smudge on his face and mud on his hands you laugh till you cry but you understand with a pocket of bugs and a cute runny nose he looks up to you for someone to hold you squeeze him with hugs as he says i love you and you wipe off his hiney when he says i"m thru for all of these thigs you do at a pace and what respect does he show he pee's in your face








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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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