The Drift

The Drift

A Poem by murrill
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A man to be

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Were is that baby boy with the wants and needs of a good bowl of Mac and cheese. You know the little boy with mud up to his knees. The one who acts like he is thirteen. The one who struggles to read. The one who is pursuing his big dreams, but this time without me.

© 2015 murrill


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Added on August 23, 2015
Last Updated on August 23, 2015
Tags: child, boy, teen, man, dream

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murrill
murrill

Semmes, AL



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