question period.

son: dad, i wanna be grown up like grown up you
and those grown-ups marching up
down this sewn up street.

dad: and kid, i’d so love to taste but a flake
of mother’s mud caking your
rosebud cheeks.

son: dad, is that what grown-ups
call grief?

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