Two Dads Same Smile Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Two Dads Same Smile



One comming Two knowing
office a window is watching
street below human in traffic
mugs jugs I clean floors all.

Dads plotting trucks path
speak easy on other phone
Constitution flight course and
extorting donuts and coffee.

They would not have it any other
wave to us down here and smile.
Easy on the cheese spread it's
the monster course it swollows.

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