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Disposition

Flashing neon sign danger.
The typical teenager.
And this son wouldn't listen.
Total hormone affliction.
He weed-whacked the old man.
Red welts but no stitches.
So, I had to open a can.
Changed his whole Disposition.

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Robert Lindley

Date: 7/28/2023 9:24:00 AM

Loved this one my friend. Sometimes one has to do what one has to do. Made me smile on a dreary day. God bless.

R J. Elless
Date: 7/28/2023 9:30:00 AM

Thank You, Robert. So true. After all that I am the old man. Stay Creative.