Yeah, So,,,
We married and spawned beauty little ones
who're now big ones yet tender and
is hard for me to know how to go 'bout
from here.
So I write
or crochet
or whatever gets in my way 'bout
thinkin too much
pain
is a sumbitch
ain't it so and
ain't it grand
to find kindred souls
suckin' their own thumbs?
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