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​Laurel promises if you pay child support
 
None of your money will go for sick horses.
 
​I don’t care what you think or feel about guns.
 
​I laugh at everything you believe
 
​And I won’t tell you if it’s true that your son Malcolm shot my 12 gauge double
 
​Or if I gave his mom the .410
 
For a house gun.
 
 
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
www.paulanthonyhutchinson.com
copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
 
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A Telephone Call from Stewart in Toronto

Jun 7, 2026

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glenn-currier

Ouch! I cringed reading this, having a fear of guns. Your poem though brief, has a history and a bundle of emotions wrapped in it. I felt the hurt upon laughter at beliefs, becaus to me, they are a sacred part of who I am. Thanks Paul.