A Tax Guy Tries Poetry: Mom's Four Sons

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

Mom's Four Sons

Mom’s oldest son, Is handsome and smart, He tries really hard, And has lots of heart. Number two son, Is a reckless you see? He lives a life style, That’s wild and free. Number 3 is a clone, Of his mother, oh my! He’s a mortician, I’m not sure quite why. Mom’s baby boy, He didn’t have rules, He is... Sign in to see full entry.

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