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he was raised by a mother at the end of the line of women who thought their sons did no wrong; so he thoroughly enjoyed doing nothing wrong. the rest of us envied him then, no chores, more money in his pocket than any of us, a sense he was never required to play by the rules that bound us, he had no discipline because it did not apply to him but you had to like him, he always smiled and he always had a girl because he was the one they were warned about and they all wanted to tame him-they didn't know you can't tame one who has too many carrots and has never felt the stick now we have spent our youth those who invested it have treasure he'll never value he spent his like the wind gets spent and  he has reaped exactly what he spent. his knees are bowed, his hair a color not found in nature and his chest has fallen so his belt has to hold it up but you have to like him, he always smiles and he always has a girl, though none of them look the same as when we envied him          But he's still smiling.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Manny
he was raised by a mother at the end of the line of women who thought their sons did no wrong; so he thoroughly enjoyed doing nothing wrong. the rest of us envied him then, no chores, more money in his pocket than any of us, a sense he was never required to play by the rules that bound us, he had no discipline because it did not apply to him but you had to like him, he always smiled and he always had a girl because he was the one they were warned about and they all wanted to tame him-they didn't know you can't tame one who has too many carrots and has never felt the stick now we have spent our youth those who invested it have treasure he'll never value he spent his like the wind gets spent and  he has reaped exactly what he spent. his knees are bowed, his hair a color not found in nature and his chest has fallen so his belt has to hold it up but you have to like him, he always smiles and he always has a girl, though none of them look the same as when we envied him          But he's still smiling.
jim-timonere
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
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