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The Old Geezer w/ the Beard

Our bodies were warm in the sun of morn, As the other kids began to tease out my name. “What a dork; he still needs mommy’s permission.”   Tugging on her arm, I cried, “please mama,” Her gaze went over my head, “it is not up to me “Child. Ask your father. And take your […] Continue reading

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