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Keith Snyder everyone's entitled to my opinion
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Father of twins and novelist/filmmaker/musician
People complain about musicals.
Nobody just stops in the street
I say you know the wrong people.
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2005-07-18 2:51 PM Doggerel for a tiger boy I wish I knew you better. You're the one
Who's difficult to know, just like his Pap. Your brother's like your mom: a heart with feet, Though his are small and fit into his yap. A darkened room with ducks. My shift is done, But still I watch--though I should wake my wife-- Your hand caressing Sheepy's ear in sleep, The gentlest thing I've seen in all my life. Someone will love each man that you become; Someone will love each boy, both big and small. But though their love for each runs true and deep, I will have loved the gentlest of them all. Read/Post Comments (7) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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