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With eyes bled red by oozing tears His sallow all-pleading visage wan Weeps my grandson at the dentist's Convinced the man is a dealer in pain The little boy inside of me weeps too What can I do, what must be must be Each boy must find out for himself
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC
My grandson at the Dentist's
With eyes bled red by oozing tears His sallow all-pleading visage wan Weeps my grandson at the dentist's Convinced the man is a dealer in pain The little boy inside of me weeps too What can I do, what must be must be Each boy must find out for himself
what we imagine is often worse than the reality, but a small boy must discover that for himself. I think that such an experience is a much wider metaphor than may appear to be the case.
david-mungoshi
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC
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