Whose Child
Karl was pasted to the park bench
constable Dodds raised his body with a heavy
kick followed by a smart crack from the night stick
Karl’s swollen ear tried to pull
his face from the bench
once more with the night
stick and he was up
Karl limped to a nearby tree and dispensed
himself before striking an angry fly
loaded at the bigbucks across the street
three men with very tiny heads burst into laughter
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