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About This Poem
Passage
When he came
I was ready.
Blond-headed
blue-eyed beauty,
quite simply
immaculate.
We bonded like crazy, man!
He grew up.
Hit twenty-one.
Adult child
pride, sorrow, strength.
My body
forever crowned
with your tattoo now, thanks son.
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For Nette's contest, "Crown of my Body"
Written on June 26, 2012
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