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Mar 2017
Matthew about
oh ... 2 or so,
side by side
banging away
with our hammers,
mine standard,
his a small
plastic thing,
from a
Bob The Builder kit.

I miss the head,
cuss a little,
a minute later,
I hear him
muttering
as he works
& I stop
to listen,

"****, ****, **** .."
is the whispered
sound,
oh he's learning
what workmen
do.
Martin Bailes
Written by
Martin Bailes  60/M/Oakland, California.
(60/M/Oakland, California.)   
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