Saviodsilva


Don Tidwell
Poem

Propagation

He clasped her hand
She liked the fit.
They wed
to make the most of it.

Then children came.
The first was fun,
but soon there came
another one.

She told him when
the count reached ten...
Don't EVER clasp
my hand again.

Don Tidwell


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