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Puberty

if the boy did not return from the rhineland he remained social and loquacious he versed in music and was quite ambidextrous his toy airplanes glittered in the sand he lost his footing, he showed his hand he sought to be carless and frivolous his senses remained extemporaneous he listened carefully for the iron gland his gift was not to be unfounded his turn was never to be at long last, he finally did blossom though lonely and confounded to the flames of woe in the sea his mind was wretched, among the flotsam and jetsam.

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Date: 2/15/2016 11:23:00 AM
Awesome poem. LINDA
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Date: 1/17/2015 9:56:00 PM
This is a brilliant poem, Ingvar.... Love ~SKAT~
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