![]() My sons.A Poem by disgruntled plumber![]() 5 and nine year old boys and the feelings they cause![]() Ben and Chris, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Son of my right hand and Christ bearer, Are they? Wrestling over who gets the first hug when I come home, ignoring me when playing Nintendo, sigh. Heart bursting with pride, anger flashing thru me. I love them and want them to leave me alone, do they?
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1 Review Added on July 23, 2008 Author![]() disgruntled plumberGardner, ILAboutI'm a people person who really doesn't like people. more..Writing
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