Phil Soar

Gold Star - 51,250 Points (28.06.1952)

The Tickle - Poem by Phil Soar

I tickled him
he tickled me
we rolled around the floor in play
he laughed
I cried
tears of joy from deep inside
he chuckled
I laughed
his life full of fun
I swept aside
the dull, the glum
he laughed at me, this father's son.

Topic(s) of this poem: children

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015

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