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Super Hero

small boy sits on the hardwood floor empty room sits legs tucked under head lifted to watch out the window house echoes with last angry sounds sighs and soft angry whispers he grips his super hero strong broad shoulders armor and secret power in his hand car rolls down the rocky drive he knows the sound and then it stops at the road he can see his fathers dark head as he turns strong broad shoulders armor and secret power in his hand

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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