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Knucklehead

Knucklehead ~~~~~~~~~~ He won't take the meds, and knows that he'll die If he misses those pills at the wrong time Child of an irresistible force stubborn to a fault Grew up to be the immovable object Phenomenal IQ they say, yet he's perplexed By the simplest things, distracted by stuff that’s shiny And loves his cookies to a fault Very caring and sharing, his last dollar to you he’ll give Not giving it a second thought Having survived falling from the top so many times But he somehow manages to rise, again and again She was right when she called him a knucklehead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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