Little Boys Bragging
Angry words, dirt clouds;
Loose tooth, black eye...
MY father can lick YOUR father!
Fathers come, exhange looks,
Shake heads and hands,
have a beer and talk shop.
© C. Elizabeth Carl 2-10-90
© C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias 5-5-2010
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