No man can ever defeat anything; I mean anything, and not even the seemingly small fly disturbing his meal, unless he is willing to chase it like he is flying. Nelson R. Blake X Japannelson et the child grow Mother, father when, when will you let the child grow? When will you drop your compassionate spoons? Father, mother I know you will tell me is your job, but your milk he is done to draw For today even in the city he cannot cross horns with work, but in your concern he cocoons I have seen him with his old tail tripping him as he ran to your spoiling hands And when the world and life give him terrible scrip to play in your hut he hides And you mother you bed him still on your chest and shower him with rands I am really deeply ill at ease for still your child old enough on your back he rides Mother, father cannot you please let the child grow for even the hen is flummoxed Mother, to you now, let father take the child to the mountains and drill him fortitude Let father stick him daily when herding and lose one so he can grow responsibility and not be hoaxed For I loathe what I see you feeding him, he will grow tumors of lazy attitude Mother and you father it is really not helping to help the child fight his strive I tell you mother and father the child must grow and debate with life for his smooth drive Nelson R. Blake
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 16:29:10 +0000
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