My father warned me.
Mother warned me.
My neighbor, Gilbert Jeffrey Swain, often warned me.
(Gilbert is fourteen and knows these things.)
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A good read. A witty little poem that makes for a enjoyable story. You just have to touch it, because you can regardless of the consequences. Thanks for sharing.
nice confessional poem belonging to symbolism, deep ideas well embedded, thank you for sharing........10+++