as you flex your biceps
and shrug into your Arrow shirt
you cannot imagine, my son
that I see before me
not a tall and slender Adonis
but a tiny bundle that on this day
fifteen years ago
gave joy a new, everlasting nuance
and shrug into your Arrow shirt
you cannot imagine, my son
that I see before me
not a tall and slender Adonis
but a tiny bundle that on this day
fifteen years ago
gave joy a new, everlasting nuance
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