Old Man RobertA Poem by SKIP FahertyOld man Robert, bought a gun. Old man Robert, had his fun. Till one fine day, not so late, Sibling playing with his mate Old man Robert really mad.. Old man Robert is now sad. The world did he stun The day he shot his oldest son.. © 2014 SKIP Faherty |
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Added on December 25, 2014 Last Updated on December 25, 2014 Author
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