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justin at fifteen
by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers
Friday, July 20, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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hes almost as tall as me now hes as
thin as a rail with weeping willow hair
hes so much like me the poor boy is
so shy so hesitant so certain (that)
hell always fall short somehow (that)
hes not quite as brilliant as i say he is
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| Reviewed by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers |
7/21/2007 |
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Thank you very much!
And yes, he is my son. |
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| Reviewed by blue soplain |
7/20/2007 |
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wow; blown away by your voice, and your endearing lopsided comparison. .. i esp liked how you blended the lines, stop/start iterations and subliminal (thats). .. must endeavour to read more of you.
.ness. |
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
7/20/2007 |
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good on justin and good on you for telling us about him.
dan |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
7/20/2007 |
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| of course, you know he is...must be a son or grandson, we all know they are perfect. |
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