< just look at my son ...
down to size of thirty two
.... fencing hackling
meat and potatoes ...
leftovers from my mother
... well isn't that special
eat sleep and ... running
thats all I will ever see
... glad father isn't here
Written by Katherine Stella
For Dr Rams IN-LAWS Contest
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