Tuesday, May 3, 2005
THE BULL.............................................
The bull was encased within the small boy Thought so bad he had not one single toy Bruised flesh from his clumsy movements Shards of glass, gone are the ornaments A bull inside a china shop is what they said Humiliation turned his face to a pinkish red Pushing back the tears, knowing to be quiet One...
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