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Dec 2015
teen comes home
tosses books on the couch
coat on the floor
ne'er a hi in return
just keeps walking on by
and when I speak
he growls
and turns on the stereo
and with my words
volume is raised

then thru my teeth
I grit my anger
bite my tongue
as my patience is tried
all the while
my thoughts turning
I'm going to kick
his little red buns
someone protests
you mean white
no.....
by the time I am done
they would definitely be red
This isn't meant as in all teenagers. I know that I've come across several
that have been very well mannered, and show so much love and light.
In fact, I was thinking of my son when
i wrote this.
I'm proud to say he has grown into a very respective young man. :)
Yes, Son, I visualized you, but no, I know you never did this
(believe it or not)
Debbie Jean Embrey
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Debbie Jean Embrey  Kentucky
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